Her smile was a lazy one. Dark hair draped in waves over soft white skin and silk, she looked like a drunk dream come true. Lifting the bottle of alcohol with a little, playful shake, she offered as the first offering of friendship. Who turned down perfectly good booze on a Saturday night?
She hoped he wouldn't. Because that really would make her feel like an alcoholic.
"Hello," she said softly, eyes heavy-lidded. She had been at it awhile. In fact, since they had last spoken. She'd been drunk or hungover since all of it. "I brought you a present. Can I come in?"
It was a way to talk, which is what she wanted to do. It was just...all far less difficult to do when she was drunk. If he got a little intoxicated, then it should be a breeze, right?