It took another five minutes of shouting to get Daniel to the glass doors. He opened them up and stared blearily out at Piper, who had a bunch of stuff and paper cups of lukewarm coffee that Daniel could smell even through the whiskey fumes. He didn't apologize, he just blinked, waited for the hangover to stop announcing its presence with horrific stabs of pain through the backs of his eyeballs, and then stepped back out of the way so Piper could get in. He was still pretty drunk, and while he knew it was a bad idea to let Piper in, he wasn't in any condition to argue, and if Piper pounded on the door one more time, Daniel was pretty sure his head was going to split open, and save him the trouble of trying to find a relatively painless, effective way to deprive Montgomery of her pet hobby.
Daniel pressed his fingers to the spot between his eyebrows and squinted against the harsh winter sun. "What's all that?"