"I'm not drunk." No, he had been drunk some few hours back, now he was just... not sober, and Remus really needed to stop moving or possibly not have two copies of himself.
"My feet were on the ground when there was firewhiskey involved." His arse was on the ground as well. He was pretty sure that he took a nap there as well. "I never told you to stay up." He pressed the heel of his hand against his eyes and the pain exploded through his head. "Bloody fucking elves. Dolan, I need a potion." He didn't even yell, he knew that the house elf was around somewhere, and he waited until the potion took effect.
"Why are you up? And what did he do?" he asked again.