There was a reason why Stephen didn't often drink heavily. It wasn't just that it screwed with his liver like any other person, and wasn't even that it was making him do bold, audacious things that were beyond his nature. It was simply something that Grandma Esther tried to make a young Stephen understand but he didn't quite get it until later in life.
A seer with those much liquor in his body was bound to be more susceptible to opening his inner eye without meaning to. He was going to feel the alcohol moreso than a normal person who didn't have to worry about gaining visions or reading auras on accident.
It happened quickly but to him it felt like hours had passed. His smile was slow and lazy as she worked on his shirt and his words were slurred to the point of being almost foreign with the way they sounded. Something like, 'gorgeous' and 'lovely' fell off his lips. Then his head tilted back further, he sighed...
And fell into a real dream, almost at once. His eyes closed and his breathing slowed as the sleep overcame him all of the sudden. He didn't mean to and had he been more careful he would've maybe avoided this entire situation entirely.