*How long have we been here?* Lincoln wonders, surveying the room around him. *Long enough for the majority of men to be knocked out from the liquor, apparently.*

His thoughts scatter and he looks over with confusion at the weight resting against his right side. Being strangely distant from his mind, the only reaction that makes itself apparent is a simple acknowledgement of Will's body pressed against his. The young man's blue eyes look up from his drink to meet with Lincoln's and the plea to leave is evident on Will's face. Lincoln stumbles up, keeping a tight grip on Will. He nods a quick goodbye at Hugh and walks with Will to the door, where they pull their coats off the pole and slip them on. Taking a deep breath they plunge into the deep snow and hail a cab to take them to the inn a few blocks down. Lincoln doesn't want to try to make it to his or Will’s house, that while both being a fairly short trip away in good weather would take an hour by cab in this snow, the long dirt road becoming muddy and difficult to traverse, even if it was an experienced team with an equally experienced driver at the reins.