For a moment, there were flashes of light before his eyes and Tristan struggled to understand what had happened. His nose and forehead hurt and he expected his nose to start bleeding, but it didn't. "Shut up," he muttered, irritated, as he opened his eyes and stared at what were shortly two street lanterns, before they blended into one. Then he took Anthony's arm, grabbing his arm with the other hand, because he had a hard time keeping his balance. "Bloody hell," he muttered, when he was up and staring at the street lantern as if it was to blame.