The Party House

We got to the party and it was already in full swing: Empty bottles everywhere, the crappy stereo too loud for the speakers, people crammed into the kitchen for more booze, and everyone yelling at the tops of their lungs, whether they had to or not...

Upstairs were two rooms and the bathroom; all of them were dark. I'd somehow finished my beer already and my head was kind of whirling the way it does when you get that buzz, and I swung my head from bedroom door to bedroom door, feeling like a big sunflower head drooping in the breeze, trying to remember which one held Gray.

Am I the Matter?
(Gray's window is on the right on the second floor.)