Oh no, really? I hadn't noticed, what with my wife giving up on our marriage completely.She took a deep breath fighting the tears that were threatening her yet again.
I don't want to negotiate while drunk, as you so eloquently point out. And you won't want that either in the future, need everything iron clad and clean after all.Not all that bravado was the demon after all, only that Kaczor knew all too well that too many words could come back later in a fight.
She huffed as she squeezed her injured hand using it to try and sober herself up through pain.
Sari, help Novella with what ever she needs. Send Benson up, and send for my lawyer.
She turned to head up the stairs, not bothering to look back.
Thirty minutes later, her hair cut back to her chin, and pulled back in a slicked tail, the tresses having been so tangled they could not be saved, her hand bandaged until a healer could be sent for, Benson opened the doors to the sitting room, and Kaczor swept in, all sunken, red eyes, and swallowed cheeks from days of drinking and not sleeping. The butler whispered an estimate of the lawyer arriving to her as she nodded once, as he handed her another refreshing drought to help chase the drunkenness away.
Little chance of that, she had been guzzling lyrium laced alcohol that burned blue when lit on fire like it had been water. And she wasn't the functional teen she had been several years ago. She didn't say anything as she came into the room, instead she went to the side board and poured herself two fingers of the whisky there, into a crystal tumbler. Might as well stay drunk, She thought bitterly to herself. Drunk at least was better than upset.
@Novella Tilani
10-30-2024, 11:02 PM
