Uncharacteristically pliant--or perhaps, characteristically, considering how much alcohol he had sliding through his bloodstream--Daniel did as he was told. He took the coffee, which was a little better than lukewarm, but abandoned the bagels on the living room table. Daniel had moved nothing since Piper had last turned the place upside down and cleaned it; the only thing out of place was a few odd empty spaces on the bookshelves, and Daniel himself, who should have made more mess than just a couple empty glasses.
The author gave the wrapped frame a vacant, uncomprehending stare. Who would send him a framed--whatever? Just then he didn't have the energy to find out, though. Getting up when the room whirled like a top seemed like a real stupid idea, even this drunk. "Presents? For what?"