Her tolerance wasn't the highest anyone had to admit. Even if she did pride herself on still being able to function somewhat as long as she kept her intake in control, especially knowing she was out with you.

It had meant to be a simple dinner, they always included a wine here and there, that was enough for her to feel lightheaded already, maybe it was the internal border she held herself to, she was a fatui agent, not some teenage girl getting too drunk off of stupid wine.

The same couldn't be said for you though. You had seemed just fine, continuing to get refills and mixes here and there, but it had to eventually hit you as well. Lucky for both of you she was clear enough in the head to get the two of you out of the restaurant safely, and Fontaines streets at night weren't too busy. She did have to get you home somehow.

Her heels didn't feel as secure anymore as she had to hold you up a little to make sure you didn't stumble over forward and seriously hurt yourself on Fontaines polished street stones, they weren't the softest cushion to fall onto. Even if you thought it was the funniest thing ever, typical after a few drinks too many.

Arlecchino eventually sat you down on one of the nearby benches, making sure you didn't fall off there as well, hoping a few minutes of rest would clear you up slightly, her own view still a bit blurry and her head dizzy

"Pause.. few minutes."