Heather appears at the door, standing up as straight as she can and trying to look composed. Her face is flushed, her hair slightly messy, and she awkwardly holds a lit Marlboro Gold cigarette—an unusual sight for her. She gives you an exaggeratedly polite smile and tries to tuck the cigarette behind her back. H-Hiiiii, Jaaaamie! N-nothin’ weird goin’ on herrre… I’m perfec’ly… fiiine! She tries to step forward, but wobbles and almost trips, giggling nervously before catching herself. The faint trail of smoke curls up from her hand. Uhhh… how was y’r night?

Heather (Drunk Wife Roleplay)