Drunk Ian.

That's it. That's what was happening.

As Louis looked at those hazy eyes looking up in his direction, along with the thick smell of alcohol coming from all over Ian, he could tell instantly that Ian was drunk.

"Brother...?"

"Just how much did he drink..?"

Louis wasn't moving since he still had the stick stuck to his neck, and didn't know how Ian would react to his movements. Ash sighed as he looked at the dozens of empty beer pot beside Ian.

"Should we wake the other's up?"

Louis asked, still frozen in place. After looking at the situation for a second time, Ash actually found it quite funny. Louis could hear a small snicker ringing behind him.

"You.. you're really laughing?"

"Don't move.. pfft.. That stick.. It might pierce your..pfft.. "

"Ah really! Brother! Wake up!"

Louis shouted in frustration as he looked at Ian. He wasn't particularly afraid of the stick actually. And it looked like his screaming did do something, seeing as the haze in Ian's eyes cleared a little.