Aris scowled at the Doge, watching a few guards carry in a barrel with some effort. She felt a shove, and she toppled into the barrel, though it hardly moved against her little weight. They opened it, and she looked at her reflection in the purple wine. She glanced back at the Doge, a hint of concern on her face.<span style="font-style: italic">What does he expect me to-</span>she began to wonder, but was interrupted by a guard grabbing onto the back of her head, and shoving it under the surface.<br/><br/>Bubbles rose as Aris thrashed in the wine, trying to breathe. Her wings were flapping as she tried to pull herself out, but the guards held her down. She was terrified, wine filling her nostrils and mouth, such strong-tasting liquid. She had never had it before, and she certainly didn't want to try it like this. She had no choice; it was either drink or drown, and she had no desire to die. So she gulped quickly, hoping the level would lower so she could breathe again.<br/><br/>After what felt like hours, the guards pulled the angel back out, her blonde hair reddened slightly from the wine and clinging limply to her face and neck. Aris was gasping and coughing, eyes wide. She stiffened as the room spun, her vision blurred.<span style="font-style: italic">What's happening?</span>she thought, feeling weak. She stumbled into one of the guards holding her, even though she was standing. Her legs were failing her, as was her vision. "Looks like she gets drunk fast." one of the guards said, smirking at the angel.