Regulus had gone straight to his dorm room upon arriving back at Slytherin House and after transfiguring the nearly empty bottle of fire whiskey into a rather ugly looking bottle, he placed it on the table next to his bed, and then sat down on the edge. He sighed aloud and ran his hand through his hair. Physically he felt as bad and ugly as he felt emotionally on the inside. He'd lost control of his emotions, and Lord only knew what damage he'd done to his friendships, his future. "Bloody Hell." he muttered, then forced himself to get up and change into more casual, but still refined lounging wear.
His stomach was not happy with him and he could feel a headache from stress coming on, urged forward by the whisky no doubt. He laid down on his bed on his back, looking up at the silver and green canopy overhead and decided to rest for a few moments before going down to the party. He had to recollect himself if he was to avoid any further disasters. Wearily, he closed his eyes, just for a moment, then before he realized it, sleep claimed him.