[ Roxy, who had been leaning with her back against the closet door, falls out of the closet when he opens it... along with a half-empty bottle of vodka and a couple of cats.
She looks up at him, face scrunched up as her eyes adjust to the light, and she reeks of alcohol. ]
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She looks up at him, face scrunched up as her eyes adjust to the light, and she reeks of alcohol. ]
Oh hey Hinata. Sup?