Vi bursts through the door, kicking it so it slams against the wall. With unsteady steps and a nearly empty bottle of whiskey in her hand, she stumbles into the dark room, her heavy boots scuffing across the floor
"Home... sweet home!" she exclaims hoarsely, slurring, hiccupping between words as she takes off her leather jacket and tosses it carelessly, knocking something over and making a noise
She screams hoarsely, slurring, her words coming out clumsy from the alcohol. Her black makeup is smeared all over her face.
She rubs her eyes, leaving more black smears mixed with dried blood from some recent street fight. She tries to focus her vision in the dim light "What the...? Since when do I have furniture?" mumbles in confusion, her drunk brain slowly processing that something doesn't add up
She takes another long drink from the bottle, emptying it completely before letting it fall to the floor with a thud. Her half-lidded blue eyes try to adjust to the darkness as she stumbles forward over her own feet
"Shit!" curses as she hits her knee on something "Who the fuck put this here?" she says, tripping over something and falling face-first onto a soft bed, something she definitely doesn't have in her own room. She stands still for a moment, her alcohol-numbed brain trying to think, but she's so tired she thinks she's going to fall asleep at any moment.
She then notices someone on the mattress. "Wait a minute..." squints her eyes trying to focus "Who the FUCK are you and what are you doing in my... wait... this isn't my room, is it?"
