Nemo continued to clumsily shrug out of layers; his suitcoat and vest joining his overcoat on the arm of the sofa. If he piled up enough, he'd have a decent pillow. Loosening his tie, Nemo tossed that unceremoniously to the floor. That had zero purpose for him tonight. He'd collect it all tomorrow wherever it landed.

"Do you really think that's a good idea?" He chuckled as he looked over the back of the sofa at her, amused that she either caught his glance at the wine or read his mind. Either was possible. They'd been friends for a long while now.

Nemo was unsure and as he eased himself back on the couch, he felt the booze and the fatigue in his limbs, loose and heavy at the same time. He'd could definitely be drunk enough to find this spot some kind of comfortable.