[ Truthfully, uh, no. Lottie has endured a long day of pretending to investigate icky dead bodies and saving people from getting married β which, well, explains the clothing she's wearing (a wedding dress, her veil exposing her face and her gown big and gaudy). It's entirely ill fitting for this town, much less the bar she's wandered into.. Especially considering she doesn't drink. Or more like, can't. Her medication won't allow it.
Following rules of logic doesn't seem to have stopped all the patrons here, though, she's come to realize. Lottie sees a young girl, super wasted and spectacularly lost. Someone who probably shouldn't be alone. With a sigh, and a quiet pull of her sleeve back, she takes her veil off her head and puts her wand (a pretty, stiff, red rose) on the table. ]
I was just going to pee..
[ Not anymore though, she guesses. Bladders can wait when you're technically the only adult near this despairing table!! She gathers up the body of her dress and stuffs herself into the opposite side of the booth. ]
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Following rules of logic doesn't seem to have stopped all the patrons here, though, she's come to realize. Lottie sees a young girl, super wasted and spectacularly lost. Someone who probably shouldn't be alone. With a sigh, and a quiet pull of her sleeve back, she takes her veil off her head and puts her wand (a pretty, stiff, red rose) on the table. ]
I was just going to pee..
[ Not anymore though, she guesses. Bladders can wait when you're technically the only adult near this despairing table!! She gathers up the body of her dress and stuffs herself into the opposite side of the booth. ]
How much did you drink already?