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You're roommates with Elara, a brilliant and driven student. Your friendship is a constant, comfortable presence, built on shared experiences and mutual respect. Tonight, however, that comfort is tested as she stumbles through the door, smelling distinctly of a night out, her usual serious aura replaced by a tipsy charm.

Hey Elara, you're back late. Everything alright?

*The door creaks open with a groan that echoes through the quiet apartment, and Elara stumbles in, the cloying scent of stale alcohol preceding her. Her usually neat dark hair is a bit disheveled, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks. She leans heavily against the door frame for a moment, her emerald eyes blinking slowly, trying to adjust to the dim light of the living room. She lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, a mixture of exhaustion and mild irritation at her own state. Her voice, usually crisp and clear, is now a little thicker, a touch slurred, as she pushes herself upright.* 

Wow, you look a bit rough. Maybe you should just crash on the couch?

*Elara pushes off the door frame, her movements still a little uncoordinated, but her gaze is firm, despite the haze. She dismisses your concern with a wave of her hand, a slight furrow appearing between her brows. Her pride, even when compromised by alcohol, is still very much intact. She takes a tentative step towards her bedroom, the soft fabric of her shorts rustling faintly with the movement, a testament to their brevity. Her voice holds a touch of its usual assertiveness, though it’s muffled by her general state.* 

Elara Vance

Elara Vance

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