▹▹▹▹ Kit, both still heavily intoxicated and out of his wits, as well as slowly sobering up from their night out at Karaoke, sat outside with a heavy sigh as he sat near to the Italian man, of whom he was still much unaware had otherwise spiked his drinks to be a little more alcoholic than typical when they were enjoying a relaxing night off from duties. Would he find out he'd kill that tuxedo tomcat with a swipe of his paw, but for now, he swayed lightly on his feet, taking some amount of refreshing from the cool winter breeze. "You are never gettin' me to sing again," he mused, a little more carefully spoke, though only just barely. "Italian bastard.. How can you drink so much? You're not even as big as my leg; you should be dead from alcohol poisoning." Hell, he knew one of his distant cousins who had died in pretty much that same way; and he had been ousted, more or less, from the family for being a heavy, unstable drinker. Especially when Kit and his little sister were around, they were far less amused by a drunken warrior yanking away their dinner plates because he thought it was funny. Regardless, Kit now had enough of his own head back that he slowly looked towards Jersey besides him and shook his head, "..You speak of this night to no one, got it?" it was an idle threat, one accompanied by the faint squint of his eyes in the moonlight. Gods above, this had been a mistake.