They end up drinking almost the entire bottle - York mumbles something tiredly into North's shoulder about alcohol poisoning and bad idea, but it's lost in the rush of not really caring and wanting to drink more, because it tastes okay and he's not caught up thinking about how things went bad, again.

They end up sprawled across the too-small couch, North leaning on one arm, York on the other, his arm hanging on the ground, legs tangled together and in each other's faces.

The door opening doesn't result in him reaching for a gun, sweeping the room like it normally would -- it's a human voice (not zombie) and it's mad, upset, maybe (not zombie) and it makes his hangover roar through his head, nauseating.

So he does the logical thing and drags the blanket over them, sticks his sock-clad toes pretty much in North's mouth, and moans.