This doesn't bode well...
So we've been here a day and what have we learned? Answer: Not a whole hell of a lot.
... Except, eleven bottles of wine to yourself causes a hangover that could kill.
Cross is lay, sprawled on one of the couches quite obviously nursing a hangover of epic proportions. The room he's sat is dark apart from the light coming from one of the windows, where the curtain rail has been pulled from the wall (yet more evidence of what he was doing last night. His coat is draped over the lampshade and his boots are somewhere behind the couch. His trousers are currently hanging over the curtain pole. Cross himself is left in only his shirt and underwear.
Somebody for the love of god check he's not dead...