I Thought Alcohol Was Just For Those Who Had Nothing Else To Do

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Who: Lilah Morgan AND You
What: Drunken shenanigans
When: Backdated to New Year's eve/Early New Year's morning
Where: The gardens
Rating: PG-13. Will change if it gets worse

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Lucrezia was beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol; the tingling in her fingers, the way the rest of the world seemed duller, hidden behind a veil that smooths out all the edges and rough patches.

She thinks she is still walking straight but it is difficult to tell at this point, so she might as well twirl around the gardens, giggling like some lovesick maiden. All the spinning around helps her dizziness none and it is only when she spies another woman a little too close to her that she makes an effort to stop, still hobbling on her feet.

"Oh, pardon." She tries to curtsy though it lacks her usual grace.

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It took a few drunken stumbles to avoid being hit by the other woman, and even that was a close call. Lilah usually had more finesse in her, more of an air, but it was hard, when this drunk.

"It's fine," She said with a small laugh. Normally, she would have made some scathing, belittling remark but right now it was almost like she just couldn't get herself to care enough to.

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She giggles at the drunken stumbles made by the other woman, though she stops herself with a hand over her mouth when she remembers how rude it is to do that. But the woman is still laughing and somehow alcohol made everything less grave, less serious.

Lucrezia takes a lumbering step closer, reaching out one hand toward the woman's face as if to frame it against her fingers. "You are so pretty," she sighs. Made even prettier when seen through the soft glow cast by inebriation.

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"Aren't I?" Lilah mused with a smirk. Even drunk, she's still extremely confident. Some things never changed, no matter what other circumstances they had to deal with.

"You're rather pretty yourself." The compliment to the other woman was the strange part. She usually never gave those unless she had ulterior motives. But right now? She was just feeling a little free.

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Lucrezia giggles some more, high-pitched and giddy, as she twirls once more as if to display her prettiness. She thinks the woman should do the same too but at the moment she cannot recall the words to command her. There must be a word for spinning around in place, fairy-like.

"We both are. Sooo pretty," she brushes a hand over her flowing skirt before she offers it to the woman to hold.

"Two pretty ladies should not walk in the gardens without escorts," her words are slurred and she has to keep shifting her weight from one leg to the other. "Do you have escorts, signorina? Hiding up in the trees?"

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"Women can do whatever they want, they certaintly don't need men to escort them and assure them that they are pretty," Lilah said with a sage nod of her head. Men had their uses, to be sure, but she's never been the sort to depend on them.

She gazes up in the trees. "I don't see any perverts hiding up there, do you?"

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Lucrezia looks at her as if she has just been struck by lightning--the good kind of lightning. In her inebriated mind, Lilah takes on a greater significance as a pillar of womanly strength, taller and larger than even Giulia Farnese. So mighty and beautiful.

"Whatever we want?" She giggles, hesitant to believe it. "Such as--dancing in the gardens on our own? Enjoying wine until the sky grows dark? What an idea."

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"Is it a new one to you?" She asked curiously. "You look very...old looking. Not old of course, you're young and pretty, younger than me even," She added with a small laugh that went a little longer than she attended.

"But old time wise."

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"I have thought of the idea in my mind. Everything is permissible in dreams, are they not?"

The woman's laughter seemed to reverberate through the ground and up her spine, so she laughed too because she could not help it. She dropped her hands to her sides, her fingers clutching her embroidered dress as if they could help keep the ground beneath her still.

"Young," she repeated the word as if it was foreign to her. "I feel as old as an oak tree sometimes. Do you ever--feel older than yourself?"

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"Things can only stop you if you let them." That had always been Lilah's philosophy, after all. Will and determination could get you just about anything.

The girl's question makes her pause for a moment. She tried to think on it, but her head swam a little. Her work back home was quite serious. It would age just about anyone.

"Sometimes. It depends on the day."

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Lucrezia was doubtful about that point. Many things are not permitted in waking and many more because one is a woman, at least in her time. She let her eyes drop close as she tipped her head up to feel the moonlight.

"I have never stayed up so late before--and now, I have no mother nor husband to stop me," she muttered. When she turned back to the woman, her smile was bright as ever though her gaze still glazed over from inebriation. She reached out to try and take her hand in hers.

"Have you ever danced under the moonlight before?" A smirk found its way to the corner of her lips. "We could host our very own Bacchanalia."

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"Really? It's not even midnight yet," Lilah mused with another small laugh. Normally, it would be one that was more mocking, but under the influence, it sounded much more subdued. She couldn't imagine a life so controlled.

Never mind that back home, the reason she stayed up late so many nights was work.

At the girl's suggestion she grinned, graspoing her hand a little tighter. "I think everyone's done some worshiping of the god of Wine tonight, whether they meant to or not."

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She laughed in reply and it went on for longer than she meant to, so she had to take in a deep breath then a heavy sigh to subdue herself. "Yes. My mother tucks me in as the sky grows dark," which was why the bride missed most of her wedding reception dozing off at the feast table. But no matter.

Lucrezia returned the grip around her hand with a brief one. "Dionysus is also the god of music, dance," she chuckled some more, stumbling closer so she could whisper into the woman's ear. "And ecstasy."

sorry ;; the past couple of days have been so busy

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Lilah smirked at the other woman's whispers. "So I've heard. I've read all about the festivities they used to perform at his celebrations." It was her turn to lean in, speaking in a lowered voice now. As if they were sharing some sort of secret.

"There would be wine, dancing, and of course, acts of a more debaucherous nature."

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Her brother Juan would be a constant fixture in such orgies while rumors of her own attendance have been whispered on the streets of Rome as well. A grain of truth. Lucrezia laughed, stepping away from the woman while holding on to her hand, twirling once under her arm.

"Acts of debauchery," she repeated, as if she only just learned how to pronounce it. "And what acts of such nature can two ladies commit, I wonder?"

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"Quite a few, I'd imagine," Lilah mused with a grin on her lips. In her own time, she's committed quite a few acts of debauchery, never for festivals or forms of worship or anything like that. No, she simply did it because she wanted to. Her own desires fueled most of her actions, really.