"Carlos." Carlos hums in acknowledgment, shooting his blonde boyfriend a sloppy smile.
"You're drunk, 'Litos. Let's get you some fresh air." Kendall says, clearly on the tipsy side himself.
Carlos accepts without a fuss and allows Kendall to clasp his hand in his own to drag him through the swarm of bodies, stumbling but managing to regain himself when he's keenly pulled towards the back exit of the house.
The night air hits him hard and he turns lightheaded, or at least more so than he already is.
"Where're we going?" Carlos slurs out finally, staggering down the foot path, clumsy feet trying to keep up with long, fixed strides.
"Outside to get you some fresh air." Kendall replies matter-of-factly.
Carlos attempts to question some more because clearly, they're already outside and getting plenty of fresh air, but although his temper is beginning to flare, he can't hold his thoughts together for long enough to challenge him.
When they finally reach the far end of what Carlos can swear is a really long garden, Kendall let's go of his hand and that's when he notices the small trampoline in the far right hand corner, enclosed in a waterproof cover to which Kendall yanks off, night drizzle flying off alongside it.
"Ta-da!" Kendall chuckles, reaching for Carlos' hand again, placing a kiss to the knuckles and pulling him over to the trampoline.
"Are we gonna do it?" Carlos grins as a sudden burst of energy makes him keen to leap up and onto the trampoline. He lies down, looking up at the stars as Kendall joins him.
"Nah. You're too drunk."
He frowns, muttering a low "Am not." But shifts into Kendall anyway.
"Can you believe there's going to be no more Big Time Rush?" Kendall says, moving the conversation forward.
Carlos can feel a lengthy speech coming on and also not-so-conveniently feels the remaining energy drain from him when realising this. "Mmh. Not in the mood for talking. Too tired."
Kendall chuckles, but carries on anyway, drawing Carlos closer by the waist and digging his face into his hair. "Do you remember how we met?"
Carlos grunts, already half asleep when the boredom kicks in.
"After that week we had leading up to our first kiss, I was sure that we weren't going to speak to each other again, let alone be here tonight."
Kendall's voice grows soft from there on, and his banter grows less and less interesting until Carlos finally feels his body relax, a combination of Kendall storytelling and the beer assists him into a peaceful dream state.