"Oh," He made a face. "If it's ok with you, I think I'll go get him if he isn't too far off by now. Don't want any trouble tonight, amiright?" he said, trying to lighten the mood. "I'll be back before anything happens." With that, he sauntered off in a purposely comical way. Already knowing Andrew wasn't in the bar or in the bathroom, Kalib made way to the front entrance first. 

As he opened the door, it almost immediately snagged on something. Thinking it was just some debris someone tossed on the sidewalk, Kalib heaved open the door and took a step out. The scent of California came with familiarity, which he liked and had missed for a long time. "Whelp, back to business." He commented to himself as he glanced around and then saw Andrew on the ground, unconscious. "What?!" Kalib went over to Andrew's side and waved his hand in front of his face. "Dude, wake up. Tonight's not a good night for a nap."