One Tipsy Night

I slammed open the door to my room, and while I'd intented to walk inside I couldn't help but fall over as my face hit the ground.

I'd say it was because the alcohol was getting to my brain, but I can't ignore the fact that my shoes were wet due to the snow. 

'That should've hurt, yet I somehow feel nothing but numbness.' 

I forced myself up, and after struggling for a while I was able to get back on my feet. I closed the door shut, blocking the cold winds from entering inside. 

Removing my shoes I was about to go toward my room when my feet stumbled again and I lost balance. 

"Got you!" the voice seemed familiar, thus when I turned my head to look I saw that it was Req. 

She was holding me, and keeping from falling over again. I didn't want to, but neither did I have the strength to prevent myself from resting my head on her shoulder.