He almost falls once Hickey is back up and staggering. He outweighs him by a good bit, but setting his hand to brick steadies him. The patrol car draws even, the buzz-cut, sunglasses wearing cop rolling down his window. "You boys getting an early start?"

George frowns sharply. "Ain't had a drop, Officer. Think my friend here's a little overheated. I'm tryin' to get us somewhere he can set a spell, get some water in 'im."

Of course it's not a good enough explanation. The cruiser comes to a stop, the officer putting it in park and stepping out to get closer, taking a look at both of their sets of pupils. George at least looks stone sober and keeps his support of Hickey. "Izzat so? Guess you wouldn't mind a quick sobriety test, then?"