"You're no fun," Manuela whined, her lips pursing into a pout. She leaned into her fellow professor, trying not to trip over herself as the two made their way through the monastery. "That soldier had been eyeing me for a while, and you ruined it."

For all her grumbling, she knew this would've just ended up another one-night stand, if that. Something about her just seemed to push all of her suitors away. Could it be the fact she habitually drank too much? Perhaps the fact her room was so messy even the maids didn't dare attempt to clean it? No, clearly not.

"You're so lucky," she mumbled, her words slurring slightly together. "Your students love you. The faculty loves you. Even that self-important old codger praises you. All he does is scold me for being slovenly. Slovenly! I'm not slovenly. I'm just...a bit sloppy sometimes." With some difficulty, she pushed the door to her room open, her gaze hazily falling on the unspeakable mess on the floor. "...All the time."

Manuela couldn't help an inebriated giggle as her colleague gently helped her past the labyrinth of random objects of unknown origins and onto her bed. "You really ought to stop being so nice to me, you know. There's only so much a girl can take before her heart starts to skip a few beats." She flopped back onto the mattress and sighed. "I'm going to die single, aren't I?"