Stu was so hungover that he didn't even hear the footsteps coming up the stairs, which were so old and creaky that they usually woke him up immediately. The knock on the door maybe him jump, and the sudden movement sent a sharp pain shooting through the front of his head that made him groan. When the knocking didn't stop, he reached for his boot and threw it at the door with amazing accuracy, considering his current condition. "Whaaat?!"
he called out before dropping face first back into his pillow, which smelled like hair gel and drool. He figured it was the guy who owned the bait shop downstairs, and he really should have opened the door if that was the case, but he was too sick and tired to deal with anybody right now.