His head felt heavy and noise oozed through the gaps of his consciiousness. He slowly lifted his head off the table, like he was lifting a pricessless vase from it's position. It felt that fragile and he suddenly started to wonder if alcohol really did kill brain cells or if that was just some Muggle bullshit.
That pretty face was familiar...from where was a little hard to say. But the name came soon - well, after dismissing Narcissa Black and that Yaxley twat as candidates. He didn't know many blondes.
"Katie. Christ!" he said, giving the best attempt at a smile. He looked around at the mess he had created around him. He shook his head vigourously. "Sorry. Just...yeah. Yeah hello."