<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/>Hopefully Evelune had shaken off her pursuers. Really, how was she supposed to know that had been the bookie's money if he had just left it lying around and not even put his name on it? Some people were so inconsiderate. She ran along a rooftop, her feet buried all the way to her ankles in the snow, her heavy breaths a cloud in front of her. She looked back to see if anyone was behind her - they weren't, hooray! Of course, that moment of inattention was trouble. She felt her balance starting to go as she stepped and found not enough traction under her feet; with a little startled yelp she slipped off the roof and tumbled into a snowbank below. Clutching her hat, she rolled with the fall, spinning 'round and 'round in what was really a pretty exhilarating ride. When she finally came to a stop, she hopped to her feet and found that her little slip-up had rolled her all the way across the street and deposited her right outside the doorway of a bar. Without a moment's hesitation she ducked inside like she had planned it all along.<br/><br/>"Freya's fucking perfect tits it's freezing out!" the witch proclaimed from the doorway, shaking herself off and shedding an entire layer of snow like some sort of snake. Her eyes lit up as she spied the bottles behind the bar, it looked like they had everything and then some, this was going to be a wonderful evening. "Hey, bartender, I'm frozen half to death, give me hot chocolate and marshmallow liquor!" she approached the bar, somewhere near a fire hopefully, "a whole pint."