Smiling as Emet-Selch leans into him, he cuddles him closer and rests against him more in turn. They must make for a sight, two drunken friends curled around each other and dozing off in public, but Hythlodaeus couldn't care less what anyone else thinks, so long as Emet-Selch is there with him.

Slowly, he drifts off. He dreams of pleasant things for once, mostly Hades, and when he wakes he's in a good mood... well, kind of. He doesn't know how long he dozed for but it was long enough that even though he's still tipsy, he can feel the after effects of the alcohol lurking.

Grunting and rubbing his eyes, he looks down at his friend still sleeping. He doesn't want to wake him, so he takes to watching the people passing by instead. A few glance their way, but many people are drunk still and don't care at all. For the best, most likely.