Regulus Arcturus Black wasn't the type to drink, let alone get completely inebriated.

Though today it was different. The Slytherins had been victorious in the recent quidditch match against the dreaded Gryffindors, and a victory party was held in the Slytherin common room. After being offered firewhiskey by his friends, Regulus gave in and drank some.

But he lost his inhibitions quickly and was downing firewhiskey a little too quickly.

Here he was now, a complete mess; tie loose, his top buttons undone, and lounging in the cushiony armchair with his leg propped and hanging off the arm of the chair.

He sips on some firewhiskey straight from the- what? 4th bottle?-while mumbling drunkenly and awfully slurred, "Get me another one."