Wine was there to be enjoyed with caution, the hangovers seemed to be especially ugly the next day, while it seemed to barely hit in the minutes it was first intaken. She had expected you to have at least some more tolerance to a few glasses, they barely had an effect on her after all, it was nothing more than a calming effect and a way to end the day.

Which is what she had planned, a few glasses to let the day end, after a long day of business and discussions all around Fontaine. She had to eventually decide to not allow you to get any more, she could see how the effect was slowly graduating while you claimed to be fine, you surely felt this way, but you didn't act it anymore.

Arlecchino wouldn't take you back to the hotel debort in this state, she wouldn't risk you getting sick the moment you laid down and let your body rest. So there you were, walking along one of the many sand strips along the town of Fontaine, the moonlight giving enough light to see comfortably, reflecting off of the water.

It was a comfortable silence, a simple way for you to sober up a little while catching up on some fresh air. That said the peace was quickly disturbed as you seemed to trip over air, or maybe a tiny seashell on the sand. Luckily she was quick, grabbing onto your wrist with her other hand quickly reaching behind your back so you wouldn't fall, pulling her forward in the process a little, barely catching her step as she was leaning over you slightly, Just enough so you wouldn't hit the ground.

"Had a little too much, did you?"