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Post by Mirela Camden on Oct 11, 2022 17:48:34 GMT
[ ◈ ] my muse makes a drunk confession to your muse. @kitty
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2022 16:50:01 GMT
kitty & mirela. If there was one thing Kitty was no stranger to, it was drinking. It was one of the vices she could most often be caught partaking in, for there was never a shortage of it at any of the parties or soirees she attended. The ladies of the ton had always enjoyed drinking and gambling, and she was no different. It almost seemed rude to attend such events and not partake in drinking, she practically had her husband's money to burn, after all. He was never around to spend it, so she might as well make the most of it — buying drinks, and gambling it away. That was one of the few luxuries of being married to a gentleman like the general. One thing she was not used to, however, was this. While she was well aware that alcohol lowered one's inhibitions, she hadn't expected Mirela to approach, not when there were so many other options. Perhaps she simply realised that, while Kitty was no stranger to listening to gossip, she didn't really have anyone to spread it to. There was a loneliness to her, and she wouldn't want to share Mirela's secrets around, anyway. With that in mind... "If you wish to speak candidly, Miss Camden, perhaps we should go somewhere a little quieter. I'm afraid the walls practically have ears at events like this. I dare say if you're too publicly candid, Lady Whistledown will hear of it soon enough."
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