<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Amanda<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Boozed Up<hr/><br/>Florica, having consumed a disproportionate amount of wine in the time since the pair left, lazily canted her head in Amanda's direction as she mused that they were likely not returning, "'Twould seem, at the least, they have retired to the Corporal's abode. Banging headboards makes for a restless slumber."<br/><br/>She drank down more of her wine with a satisfied sigh, feeling rather warm and fuzzy all over by this point, but not so drunk as to trip over her words, at least as best she could tell. She smirked broadly, something the sorceress was not prone to doing without the coercion of some wine, and replied to her comrade, "I'm quite certain our friend can fend for herself. Should the corporal prove malicious in intent, 'twould be him I'd be more worried about than her."<br/><br/>Tilting her cup in Amanda's direction, in a sloth attempt at a 'cheers' motion, she added, "If you're feeling neglected, but give a holler. I've little planned for mine own night save more wine." With that, she knocked back the last of her wine, savoring the flavor for just a moment, before swallowing it eagerly.