Too much wine, too fast, with too little to eat. Tinnaire gave a slightly undignified chortle, braced against the wall and feeling a bit stuck. She was trying to slide her heels off, and had managed one, but the other had fought and pitched her here, against the wall outside her Silvermoon apartment.
She hadn’t danced much at all, but her feet still protested the new shoes she’d bought. Ahhh~ Finally. Off. Her perfectly manicured toes flexed and curled a couple of times. It took another few tries to hook both shoes on her fingertips, but she managed eventually.
She slumped against the bricks and looked up at the dark sky over the city. Gods above and below, the world was beautiful. Her smile likely looked how she felt: drunk, bemused,...