<div class="floatright"><strong>Evelune (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=706601)</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/83/Marisa_snowy_small.png)</div><br/>Evelune had been kissed a lot in her life, but it was usually someone fumbling and awkward (she found it sort of cute, also that was usually what she could get). Iorthir was... not fumbling. Or awkward. Or in any way hesitant! After he put her back down she stood still, a big dopey grin on her face, swaying slightly from inebriation. "Right. I'm gonna... do a thing," she said, pretty clearly mentally chanting 'stay cool stay cool stay cool' before she rushed away to a more secluded corner to find a bucket throw up an entire bottle's worth of chocolate and booze. She had had a plan once upon a time, but that much alcohol was bad for planning, and also for staying cool. She just really hoped everyone was too distracted by the girl who was suddenly in the bath and Iorthir's elfly chest to notice her being pretty undignified. She'd be fine in a minute, surely this couldn't be only the<em>start</em>of her humiliation, could it...?