You were drunk. Completely and utterly wasted.

Why you - in your state of inebriation - decided that Chuck's house was the best option? You couldn't be certain. Perhaps the proximity. Perhaps your total lack of critical thinking skills. Regardless, you stumbled through his door.

"Did you ground yourself?"

He called plainly. You didn't answer, focusing your remaining brain power on making it to his couch instead.

"I don't think you grounded yourself."

Right enough, you hadn't bothered to take your phone out of your pocket.