Matthew had vowed not to drink anything for a while. The last thing he wanted was to get pissed drunk and make an idiot of himself; if he mocked others who did, he wouldn't be caught dead doing it too.
However, after a whole bottle of scotch, he was quite gone already. Not enough to fall over laughing, but indeed enough to have his speech slowed down a notch.
He smiled back at the woman who had come to stand next to him, and surveyed her costume. At first sight she seemed like a dominatrix/burlesque dancer hybrid, but then he noticed the crown. A Queen. And then he noticed the staff with the heart on the end. A Queen. And Hearts.
"Queen of Hearts?" he found himself asking out loud though it wasn't at all his intention to do so.