Roxanne made it to the stairs before falling over which should probably be seen as an accomplishment considering the state she'd smoked and drunk herself into. With a distinct lack of motivation to get back up again, she flicked her wrist at the door and opened it with magic with far more force than she had intended. It didn't break though which was a plus.
Roxanne raised an eyebrow slightly at the cute and distressed girl on her doorstep before taking a swig of the vodka and looking back up at her. She was still there. Maybe she wasn't a hallucination.
"What's the date?" Roxanne smiled slightly, her words slurring as she spoke "Don't just stand there, come in and close the door. It's bloody cold"