Devyn would have to keep a good hold on Darrow on the way to the apartments. Even with that hold he managed to body bob like nobody's business and even managed to almost fall again a few times on the journey there. It was like he wasn't in control of his own movements he was so drunk. Some how, by the grace of the goddesses, they managed to get to the apartments.
"Well, here we are, do you know which building you are in? Should we call your daywher to come help us out?"
Darrow's eyes were heavily lidded as he looked from building to building. They all looked the same, but thankfully there were name plates on the cabins. He looked at them closely as he leaned against Devyn for stability. "Umm...it'sh down thish way." He stated and then began to weave that way slowly. It took a few times, but eventually he managed to find his cabin. He'd tried rousing Argow, but the black was out cold...no doubt in part due to his own drunk mind.
"Thish ish it. Argow ish ashleep." Darrow began to look in his pockets for his key, but his drunk fingers couldn't feel or find it. "I can't find my key." He said rather pathetically as his hands continued to fumble through his pants pockets to try and find the small piece of metal. He didn't remember that he had put the key in his front tunic pocket. "Devyn...help me find my key..." He whined and looked up at Devyn with puppy dog eyes.