"That just means I'm having fun!" he sighs. There's plenty of times he's been so drunk he could barely sit up. Wasn't that just a sign of a good time? Or a colossally bad one, he supposes.

He feels it a small victory that Lan Zhan couldn't get him to drink the tea, and it fuels his competitive spirit. That Lan Zhan is challenging him openly to try to get out the door? It's like pouring oil on the fire. Wei Wuxian is already impulsive, but now with both alcohol and indulgence in his veins? He's a menace.

"You're the one up past his bedtime," he argues, "who is more likely to fall asleep?"

He flings a pillow in Lan Wangji's direction.