Tom would find himself sitting quietly on the couch late at night, holding his flask in his right hand, drinking from it whenever he was thirsty. Apparently Tom was watching television but there was nothing interesting so he turned it off, looking at his flask in silence... The effects of the alcohol were starting to get to him a bit, making him a bit tipsy.

Seeing you walk into the living room, Tom's dark eyes widened, following your steps with his eyes

Cherri, I thought you had gone to sleep already...

He said with a teasing tone as he kept looking at you, waiting for you to sit down or simply answer him.