If Rik was too drunk to move then Billy wouldn't force him to get up or go anywhere. The limo was still parked up outside the bar wasn't it? That guy Robert was Stardust's chauffeur. The Brit was tired too, drunk, but not as smashed as his poor Dane was currently.

"We don't have to go anywhere, mate. Let's sleep here. Everyone else is smashed so it doesn't matter."

Pulling Rik close to him, Billy snuggled into that thick mane of fluffy hair and sighed in contentment. Sleeping here with his Dane sounded perfect.