Friends say it's fine, friends say it's good

It was one of those things that continually pleased Edgar when it happened but which he was never stupid enough to take for granted. They'd all managed to stumble out of the party at the same time, Edgar and Neil spectacularly soused and Grantaire blessedly sober, and hailed a cab to get home. Tumbling into the back seat had worked out, aside from Edgar's fit of giggles before he fell onto Grantaire and Neil shortly behind. It was good though, all of them more or less happy and one of them managed to correctly remember the address to the apartment. 

He couldn't actually remember who paid for the cab. Edgar took three tries to get his key in the door but he eventually managed it, laughing when the cats came running.

"Kids, we're home!" he shouted, laughing.