Reiner fumbled with the key in the lock, cursing under his breath as metal scraped against metal. He tried again, this time - finally - managing to slip it in correctly. He'd have cast the unlocking charm he usually used if he wasn't so drunk and afraid he'd slur the words and end up turning his door into a Giant Panda instead. Twisting the key until he heard all the tumblers click, Reiner exhaled heavily and leaned his weight against the door until it gave way.
Maybe he'd imbibed a little too much tonight. It wasn't often he drank this much. Him and NIkita had gone out for the holiday, cruising some muggle bars near their flats, and the Russian bastard had made sure to get him well liquored up. Not that he hadn't needed it. It had been almost two months since he'd gotten back from America and he was still reliving the experience. The office had given him two weeks of leave to "get himself back in order" but that hadn't been enough. He still thought about the del Bosques and what had happened to the family in the year he'd been a part of their lives. He still dreamed of the knife plunging into EJ's chest, and of Isobel's face when they had talked later. Once he'd brought her brother's body home for good. It often made him sick, kind of like he was feeling now.
Stumbling ungracefully toward the toilet in his small studio, Reiner tried to aim. He managed to keep most of his stomach's contents in the bowl - thankfully. He was in no state to clean it up, and stale vomit was never pleasant the morning after.