Brian heard the car door and panic flooded through him, washing away more of the tar that filled his brain. Drunkenly, he staggered to his feet again, tripped over his feet, then managed to get the car door open just in time to fall in, face first. He found himself lying on top of something that didn't feel like the seat of a car. Frowning, he struggled to sit up and failed. He did, however, manage to get a sight of what he was lying on. Or rather... WHO he was lying on.<br/><br/>"OH. uhh.." he mumbled, "Sorry."<br/><br/>Still feeling groggy and disjointed, he helped her to sit up and took a seat himself.<br/><br/>"What," he finally asked, "Is going on here?"