He shut the pantry doors and let his head rest against it, grumbling. Well, it seemed like he’d be sleeping down here for the night, a thought that didn’t sit well with him as he rubbed at his overgrown beard which had long since grown past the point which he preferred to keep it. Looking up at that ladder one last time, he just couldn’t bring himself to begin that strenuous journey. He slumped against the wall, trying to lie in a way that wouldn’t leave him with a horrendous creak in his neck when he woke up. He’d be unsuccessful, of course, but when you were so drunk that you basically went full circle back to completely sober, you tended to ignore little things like past experiences.