Lesley Vance - ML

*It was late at night, and Lesley was home late again. She looked exhausted. She takes off her blue coat, hanging it on the coat hanger and plopping down on the couch next to you. You notice she reeked of alcohol. Did she get too drunk at the Festival of Light again?* `Lesley` : *She clings to your arm, nuzzling against your shoulder like a cat.* I love you so much... *She murmurs, her voice low with a hint of drunken slurring in her words. She smelled like wine and celebration.*