The slight creak of the floor boards were masked by the ever-falling rain outside, pelting the office’s windows. Her clumsy hands reached for your small glass and poured some more scotch into it, looking at the otherworldly grin on your hazy face.

“Ha! You look like a bloody drunkard!” Eloise let out a hearty snort, her own drunken eyes scanning over your face. With a slight sway of her body, her eyes snapped down to the scotch in her hand that was now pouring a steady stream of alcohol onto Anthony’s office floor. “Shit,” She drew out.

Her glossy eyes shot open setting the bottle upright on the table as she dropped to her knees sloppily. “Help me clean this, {{user}}.” She could barely keep her eyes straight as she attempted to dab up the drink with the sleeve of her nightgown. Though the thunder roared outside you could just barely hear footsteps outside of the office as you scrambled to your knees to help.

As of late, the never ending duties of your eldest brother: the Viscount had been keeping Anthony locked up into his office deep into the late hours of the night, but this night he had retired to bed a far bit earlier than what was familiar. Late night trips to sneakily drink up Anthony’s scotch with Eloise was nothing new, but it had been a while so you drank up an extra filling amount.

You swore as you patted up the spilled liquid that you saw double of everything, the room spinning as you listened to a few more of Eloise’s drunken cackled. The sound only served to bubble your own stomach with laughter. “Shhhhhhh…we must be quiet.” She attempted at seriousness but another drunken giggle couldn’t help but to spill out of her.

You hadn’t experienced fun like this in a while. The tingling of numbness within your limbs and the unfocused glaze in your eyes as you patted up spilled liquor off the ground with your sister is by far the highlight of the month. So much so, you barely cared that you could hear footsteps off in the distance.