Again, her house had become a war zone of her parents throwing venom at each other and again Agathe had ran from the pieces once she had consoled her Mother but alas noone could pick up Agathes pieces and so she went to the one place where nothing mattered. Though she supposed visiting the taverns along the docks would have to maybe get a little bit more discrete as her face was growing quite well known amongst those parts, what of her sisters' reputations if word got out? The thought tickled her mind in a mocking mutter that caused Agathe to roll her eyes on the journey along the docks, however with her father off somewhere she had managed to escape the escorts joining her. Not that it mattered, typically she got them drunk too but whatever made her night easy.



Agathe honestly enjoyed the silence of her journey, it allowed her tears to fall freely enough that she could allow her mask to slip just once but once the public grew to a crowd she dried her cheeks and squared her shoulders before walking on placing one foot strategically infront of the other until she was strutting with pride. It took her a small ticking second for her to push her way into the tavern where her shoes stuck to the floor, blood? Stale Ale? Vomit? No-one knew but this was a place where you left your cares outside and that was something Agathe was rather good at as she took a hand of a slave girl, twirling them around in a circle before Agathe gave her a gentle shove to pass her onto another on her journey to the bar. If Agathe had a skill of anything? It was making an entrance.



“Wine.. Keep ‘em coming.” Agathe uttered through her teeth, here? Agathe wasn’t noble, she wasn’t anyone; she was just a girl wanting to get blackout drunk and as she chugged at her cup of wine, followed by another and a few more? That’s exactly what transpired, even as she slumped in a near chair chugging wine with someone whose name she couldn’t remember. Usually during such nights she’d lean into the false sweet nothings murmured in her ear, the facade of being wanted beating the airs at home but this night was unsettling as the sweet nothings wreaked of cheap wine and turned her stomach as she could only cringe away from the man.



“A beautiful thing like you deserves the world.” He slurred, hand grazing along the outside of her thigh and whilst she would typically giggle a response with her knees parting ever so slightly in invitation? Tonight she found her hand landing upon his chest gently pushing him back from her by an inch or so with her lip curling in a sneer of disgust. “And you’re the one to give it to me? Please, you’ve not got a city in you.” If a slur was uttered through teeth in response Agathe didn’t hear it as she staggered to her feet and stumbled forward a pace before righting her feet and meandering her way out of the tavern where the outside breeze became a wall that slammed her back into the entrance.



She didn’t drink that much did she? The answer was yes as she lowered herself down to a crouch on her heels with her head bowing forward in a feeble attempt to still her roiling stomach, the wine sloshing around her insides with each shaking breath and for a brief moment for those who cared; Agathe was second guessing her actions. Nothing she did made her parents care for her out of love, instead they were disgraced, disappointed and almost disgusted by her choices. She wasn’t proving herself worthy of her family name and internally? Agathe always wondered what gave the family the impression that she even wanted it. Never was she brave enough to just lay her thoughts out in the spaces before them, instead turning on a graceful heel to drown her sorrows elsewhere but for now? She glanced up to meet the concerned gaze staring down towards her, worry she had never seen on the faces of her parents; concern she didn’t know what to do with which brought the words..



“What? Never seen a drunk Noble Lady before?”