Disoriented was too weak a word. Smiley seemed to wake from a deep sleep to find himself sitting at the bar of a strip club 50 miles from his last waking thought. Then he noticed Martha in the doorway arguing with the bouncer. This was bad.
He took a couple deep breathes and tried to remember what happened. Nothing. So he made up a story to tell Martha. There was a drink sitting in front of him. He swallowed it.
Then Martha was sitting next to him, only she was smiling. “That was fun.” She said, waving for the bartender.