Scorpius was drunk off cheap firewhiskey. Firewhiskey his mum had knicked off someone and shared with him. He was on the couch giggling to himself about it when he heard a knock. Another person knocking at his door, this time actually calling his name. My, wasn't he having a lot of visitors lately!
Pulling himself up with a grunt, Scorpius all but stumbled to the door and opened it. "Hi," he smiled, swaying in place. "You looook... red." Brilliant observations skills still intact.