Tad bit

Hearing the knock at the door, it took Hunter a moment to pull his mind out of the fog enough to realize exactly what it was. Mumbling, he pulled himself up from the couch, wobbling a bit and bumping the corner of the coffee table - which in turn, knocked over three empty beer bottles. Only then did he realize his shot glass was still in his hand. Where had he put the whiskey? Wait...why had he gotten up? The door. Right. Why on earth was someone here anyway? He tossed the shot glass onto the couch and wandered to the door in his bare feet.

Opening it up just far enough to see Katie, he stopped. "Aw boy..." He reached up to lean his forearm on the door's edge and gave her a rather dim look. He knew good and well she'd be able to see the glaze in his eyes...and probably smell the alcohol, too. She was good that way.

"Don't s'pose you're here for a drink..." He sighed and rubbed his chin that was showing a five o'clock shadow. "Maybe you should just...turn 'round and pretend ya didn't come." He closed his eyes for a moment, not thinking straight enough to be completely intelligent, but still having sense to speak clearly enough to understand. He opened one eye. "'Cause I'm just a tad bit drunk and... you weren't s'posed to know 'bout it."