"Yeah, well, I have worse things happen to me in a club. At least you got into it. Clearly I did too, I've never been more turned on." Cisco started to fumble with his hoodie, battle against it in a very uncoordinated way because it was a lot of effort to do this kind of thing when drunk but when it was finally off, he practically threw it at Hartley. It was meant to be a nice gesture but his limbs were too clumsy to pass so it was wiser to throw. He was boiling alive, too much alcohol. "You seem cold so just like wear that and stop bouncing." Cisco leaned against the wall as dizziness struck again and he closed his eyes, rising his hand to touch his face.