She rolls her eyes as she shakes her head, her forehead still against his neck, before he lets her go and it's weirdly disorienting because of the drunk, but she manages, and sits on the edge of his bed, her brows furrowing as she scrolls through, as she thinks, and it takes her a few minutes, until she finds the album name, and that works. She pauses it once she knows it's the right song, and she holds it out, knowing he can grab her hand as well when he wants her on her feet. Because apparently drunk also means she's a little lazy.