Really, even sober, Zed probably wouldn't care about things like gun safety. Drunk, he somehow manages to care even less.

Zed makes his wobbly way over to where Roland's wanting to hide behind those trees. "Oh? Little bit of sharing there?" He pauses. "You got anything shiny?" But hey, at least he seems willing to strike some sort of bargain as he drags all those bottles of vodka behind him.