"You're fucking drunk, Meyer," sure, it's been a long time since he's seen Meyer drunk, but he remembers the signs very well. Not letting go of him, yet. He uses his thumb to wipe off some of the blood from Meyer's chin. He's too distracted by the smell of it to really think about what it means.

But at the same time... whoever this Ned person is, his desire to take him home with them right the fuck now is becoming slightly over-whelming. Still keeping Meyer in a firm grip, he walks towards Ned, holding out a hand. He grips Ned's firmly before he can pull it away. "Charlie Luciano. Pleased to meet you and all that."

The smell around Ned is intoxicating - sweet and spicy and heady all at once.