Menelien was dead tired, having danced through the night under the hole in the ceiling until somebody had come by to close it up (she had meant to punch that someone, but the alcohol she had drunk was 'beginning' to take efffect, so she only managed a small kick at the air and then a flop onto the rather wet floor.) She got up, dried off her dress, said hi to The Evenstar, who, it seemed, had only just arrived, and once again wandered off to re-do her make-up. She was still do drunk to manage to apply anything near her eyes without- well, doing something painful, so she just tinted herself with a bit of lip gloss, and put a bit of blush on her pale (I thought you were supposed to turn red when drunk, but no matter to that) cheeks, did up her hair in a style that might be called a beautiful name like 'pile of leaves', and walked out to look for somebody to talk to or, even better, dance with.
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