There was a lot of clattering as he rooted around in the kitchen. Plastic plates fell on the floor, silverware fell in a metal downpour, and a glass shattered at his feet. But he didn't notice. No, he was on a mission, and he was going to find more whiskey, damnit. After a bit more digging, he found a small bottle of it in the back. Frowning at its size, he opened it regardless and carried it back to the doorway.
He collapsed against the door, resting his temple against it. "M'back!" he called, raising the bottle to his lips and taking a long drink. "Don't sound so worried. I-I am capable of walking just. Like. That."