Raylan's eyebrows lifted, eyes half mooned in their lazy opening. "New York really does it different, huh." It was amusing to say the least and had no reflection on Malcolm himself, though it was clear where he learned how to be so chill with it being brought up.

He nodded softly, eyes drifting down the hand between them before coming back up to Malcolm's. "He's not throwing up, but I've got him on his side, propped so he can't roll over, just in case. He'll be okay. I'll get him movin' for it, somehow. Even if I gotta drag him by his boots. Might be he just enjoyed the party a lot," Raylan lied, knowing full well neither of them drank for the raw fun of it.