By this point in the night, Colt had shed his shirt and was already getting blunt with the regulars. Drunk to a point where he was positive he should have passed out hours ago, Colt stumbled over to the girl, using the wall to brace him. He could barely stand, his other hand still held a half-emptied bottle of Jack Daniels. "Tuh-T'night's... my birthday par... taaayyy... An'-An' I think I... has had too much ta drank, sweethearrrt." He could feel his legs getting weaker as he raised the bottle to his lips again. It was a miracle he didn't spill it all over himself. "Help me?" Without another word, he collapsed to the ground, booze flowing from the bottle that shattered in his hand. Whoops! Looks like he finally fell unconscious from the booze.