Mateo rolls over, looking around the shop, and seeing Gwen leaning against the wall passed out. Vincent hangs over the register, a small pool of drool below his hanging form, Cory lay curled up in a corner, at some point in the night he had shifted to urhan and passed out. Sam... damn she could drink, she almost had Cory a few times. Sam lay passed out on the floor, leaning against the wall like Gwen, but with quite a few empty bottles around her.
Mateo laughed a little to himself... what a wierd little family he had in this pack. Gwen calm and collected, or so he thought until she was drunk. Cory, loving and caring, seeing everyone like a brother or sister. Sam, tough little shit, total roughneck. Vinny... Mateo laughed a little harder looking at his passed out form, the perfect Omega, goofy, willing to roll with the punches, and smartass enough to not take shit. Mateo felt a heavy swell of pride looking at his Pack, though their current passed out state wasn't the most flattering.
"Come on people! Wakey Wakey! Sammy-pup! Vinny! Tribe time!" He yelled, loud enough to wake them, probably loud enough to scare the shit outta them.