There really was nothing like a good tavern crawl. Lifted the spirits right up. Usually, she would have been out with a friend, or her partner, but Royce wouldn’t be hopping anywhere anytime soon…well actually he would technically be hopping everywhere since he only had the one leg now…but drinking alone was fine. Evanthe wasn’t someone who couldn’t drink alone, she just preferred company. She’d just left her first tavern of the night and was more buzzed than she was drunk. That’d be fixed soon if she had anything to say about it.

Then a familiar voice called out to her and she turned to see Kat skipping toward her, “Well, if it isn’t my good friend, Bitch—or is it Lady Bitch?” She grinned, “What have you been up to? Better yet, you wanna go get drunk and cause trouble?”

"Lady Bitch sounds far too good for my behavior." Laughing Kat certainly missed the raucous nights with Eva, and seeing as she was no longer chained to an asshole husband this was perfect timing. She had been drinking a lot of late, not that it was new for her, but it was a bit more like a spiral than usual. And it was always better to drown with someone else right beside you.

So she gave her a shove towards the Midnight House and laughed. "Let's go get drunk and then find trouble." Because she certainly couldn't cause trouble there, but wasn't going to pass up on free drinks. So the fun would just have to be broken up into parts.

It was good to be back in town. There was nothing like winding down with a night of drinking and making a little chaos.

“Ohhh, been less than ladylike? Tsk tsk,” Lady Curren grinned, “You’ll need to tell me alllll about it. I’ve been so bored since I’ve come back. Heard I missed all the fun.” A werewolf at the ball had been the most talked about thing since she’d gotten back. She was only sorry she wasn’t there to put down the witch who was reckless—or perhaps vindictive—enough to unleash one on their own people. It would have been great fun to put that one down. But there was time enough for that talk later. Right now was the time for getting gloriously drunk.

At Kat’s shove, Evanthe would doing a bouncy walk toward the Midnight House, “My favorite place to start, Bitch!” The Midnight House really had the best drinks. When they reached the place, she’d open the door and walk in, but would try and get the door to shut just in time for it to hit Kat right in the face.

"Fun would not be the word I use. Shite, or annoying as fuck would work better to describe what it's been like since coming back from Coheed. Getting your partner turned and then your world upside down deserves lots of drinking." Her husband had offed himself. Octavious had been turned and she'd only managed to cut a dead bitch. Then all of the people she trusted got shipped off to other places. Annoying.

The best drinks were free drinks, and that's what they'd get at Midnight house. And while she was a noble now, it's not like she could just go spending her whole fortune on drinks. At least not when she had too many kids to deal with. Three was plenty to suck funds dry.

Kicking the door as Evanthe slammed it, Kat aimed to smack her with it instead. "Then move aside cunt."

“He was the one that was turned?” She could only imagine the fury Kat must have felt. She would have been murderous had someone else had turned Royce in the middle of a ballroom for the sake of…who knew, “How’s he doing? Who’s the filthy slut that did it?”

She didn’t miss that Kat had said that her world had turned upside down, but she didn’t comment on it. Not yet. It sounded like a conversation to have when they were well into their cups, which would be soon enough if she had anything to say about it. Seemed they both needed to drink away some frustration.

Kat kicked the door just as Evanthe tried to slam it in her face, and the result wasn’t Evanthe getting hit in the face, but pushed back from the door hard enough that she stumbled a little, “If you want me to move, then you should walk a little faster, Bitch.” But she would step back to make room for Kat. Drinks waited for no one. She’d head for the drinks as soon as the door shut.

"She's dead, Bex. And I got a promotion to his demotion." She in part felt bad for Octavius. But she had to take what was hers, and in this case working alone. Something that had always suited her more than a pair. Even though they had gotten along well, better than she had expected. And they were a good team.

Raising an eyebrow Kat tilted her head. "Well I suppose you don't need to get free drinks then cunt!" Skipping her way over to the bar she snickered. It's not that either of them wanted for money, but damn it was better to get things for free when you could. And this time they didn't even have to flash a tit.

“Bex did it?” She couldn’t believe it, “I never would have thought she’d do something like that, “Wait, they demoted him because she turned him into a wolf?” She shook her head, a huff of air leaving her mouth, “That’s fucked up.”

“Free drinks?” Evanthe did a little bouncy run after Kat, “Bitch, you didn’t say anything about free drinks!” She could afford to actually buy her own, but who in their right mind would pass up free booze? Not her, that’s for sure. Especially booze from the Midnight House. What was nice about free booze per Kat was that she didn’t need to put out for it. That would just make the drinks taste even better.

"He's off to Cambria, they want to push him off and away." She felt bad about that, but he was at least going with a good group, and he had been there before. He had liked it! So surely things would be fine. All the same maybe she would just have to pop over and check in on him at some point just to make sure. Maybe it didn't follow protocol but that was just going to have to be fine.

Kat raised an eyebrow at Evanthe. "Did you forget I worked here or are you just being a cunt." Rolling her eyes she waved at Poppy who winked before slipping behind the bar to grab Kat's usual. "Make it two please, this one is unfortunately with me."

The mind of the higher ups in the military would always be a mystery to Evanthe. She would have thought some time off would have been better after a forced change and everything that followed, but maybe he could use the distraction? Whatever. Not her problem. Still, if they’d pulled that with Royce…well, she didn’t know what she might have done, “So out of sight out of mind then for the higher ups.”

Evanthe put her hand to her chest, trying for the picture of innocence, but any innocence on her face was spoiled by her no to innocent grin, “Maybe both?” She laughed. As soon as she had a drink in hand, she would take a healthy swig of it (unless Kat’s usual was something to drink in shots, then she’d knock it back), and took a moment to savor the burn as it rolled down her throat, “Goddess, that’s better!”

"Seems that way, he's a good guy to, way better than either of us." Puppy energy, if that puppy would defend you in battle. And she had left the puppy on it's own, making her a shit partner. That probably wasn't a surprise to many people, but it still made her feel like shit.

Kat's drink of choice was whiskey, as always. So to some it wasn't a shot, but for those who had been drinking it since they were ten? Well it went down smooth as butter, as it always did. Especially since she had been doing a lot of drinking of late. But she deserved it. "So the airing of grievances, you first or me?" Getting to one-up each other with shit things in their life while drinking was an unmatched cathartic activity.

“Here’s to that,” Evanthe replied and knocked back a drink. Octavius seemed like one of the good ones. At least he wasn’t dead from the whole thing.

Evanthe was no stranger to whiskey either. She’d been what her mother had affectionately called a ‘wild child’ as a teen, and she’d snuck off to drink more times than she could count. Maybe she should have been ashamed, but she really didn’t care. Instead she savored the warmth of the liquid as it rolled down her throat. This was the good stuff!

“Since you’re the reason the drinks are free, you go first.”

"Where to start..." Gesturing for another round Kat honestly wasn't sure what was the shitiest thing that had happened. She had already gotten into some bitch witch changing her pair, but that had been minimal compared to the rest of what happened.

"Fabian killed himself, which in some ways works, I can finally talk about how he cheated on me while I was pregnant with that whore Regan Lassiter . But it also means I know have to raise three kids alone. And you know how shit I am at that." She had never been the mothering type. That had been more Kasper's speed honestly, her the more stoic and stabby father figure.

Evanthe had lifted the glass to her lips, but she set it down as she heard what Kat had been going through. She knocked back the drink before speaking.

“Well shit. Now that’s a wrecked carriage,” where did she even start unpacking that? “So first the bastard cheats on you—while pregnant—then he has the nerve to off himself?” Any parent that would abandon their child was an immediately on her shit list. She’d give anything to have hers back, “Tell me you were at least able to cut his goodies off and make him eat them before he pulled that shit on you.”

Raising kids was something Evanthe had no advice for. She was the youngest, and she’d not gotten to be a mother, “You’re doing alright with your siblings, and now you have all those resources to use,” she waved for another drink.