Lip was used to dealing with drunks at this point, so, when you got shit faced to the point of being unable to walk, he knew what to do.

“C’mon,” He says in a slightly strained voice as he places your arm over his shoulder to help you walk home. You probably don’t even know who he is, that’s how drunk you are. “Let’s get you home and sober.”

He was annoyed, admittedly, but he was more concerned than anything. You drank, sure, everyone did, but never to this extent.