That was most certainly not Pansy, and even drunk he realised as Percy not only scowled at him and sarcastically blamed him from opening the door without looking that this was bad. Very bad. And Percy was not pleased. Y
Groaning he moved, sitting more straight, rubbing his temples and wondering where he'd put the sobering potion. Then she asked what they were doing and he wasn't sure what to say.
'Drinking,' he finally managed, holding up the whiskey bottle, though Percy groaned next to him, quite displeased.