The wine's still messing with her head when she gets to her feet (she had chugged it pretty fast, admittedly), and she has a moment where it feels like her center of gravity is almost nonexistent before her stability returns and she can actually start moving. She can sense Castle near her, behind her and slightly along her side, his fingers occasionally grazing the inside of her wrist when their arms swing naturally.

The hallway down to her room feels even longer than normal, her perception dulled by relaxed muscles and alcohol surging through her bloodstream. In fact, the only thing that remains in focus for her is Castle when she stops in the doorway to her room. Her balance disrupted, she sways slightly, her back hitting the frame, and reaches out to grab a fistful of Castle's sweater, yanking him in towards her as her mouth tilts upward to seek out his.