[center][h2]Tallurian Capital Estate, Lalrial, The Heartlands[/h2]
Ixyan, the 8th of Gerna 1200 AU - 08.03.1200[/center]

Marra may have had some more constraints put upon her than usual with her sister being in town and some of the estate she normally held total control over off limits, and she might actually have had to excersize restraint when she selected the wines and other accoutrements for the party, but she was not called the social queen of Lalrial for nothing and regardless of the challenges Marra had thrown her party.  

Though the attendance had been rather lackluster and many of the regulars were in short supply, what with the death of the emperor now compounded by the arrival of so many of the arch-electors to the city, it had still proven rather impressive. There had been a great deal of drinking, debauchery, socialization, and Lady Marra had like she always did, seemed to be right at the center of it all.

And as the night was winding down and the guests began to trickle out she certainly appeared inebriated. She handed out the customary gifts to her guests as they trickled out past her. Several times the inebriated Tallurian seemed to stagger a bit and liberally applied that crimson glow which could coat her hands, pressing them against her head to banish what appeared to be a wicked headache in the works.  

Still she was cheerful, bidding each guest farewell and wishing them the best. In the middle of the process though Marra appeared to trip after picking up one of the gift boxes from the back of the pile. And she lost her balance careening forward awkwardly to collide with the man to whom she was attempting to give the gift.  

“I'm sorry” she spoke awkwardly as she was helped back to her feat, “I fear I have had a little too much tonight. I keep swearing [i]not to touch the stuff[/i] again.” Her voice was slightly slurred. “But I always fail, [i]too weak a person I'm afraid[/i]. Though I did turn down the oaf [i]James Conrad[/i] when he tried to foist a bottle of swill on me. I do have class after all.”

The man seemed a bit surprised but took the box from Marra as he helped her back up. “Ah but my dear Lady Marra, isn't anything worth doing, worth doing in excess?” He smiled and seemed to be listening carefully to what came next.

Marra seemed stumped for a second as if her wine sodden mind was having trouble figure out how to answer. “[i]Of course it is.[/i] That's what makes my parties the best. I hope you'll [i]make haste[/i] to come back, I hadn't seen your face in far too long.”  

“I make no promise but how can I resist your charms,” The man said in reply as the two laughed and Marra turned to the next guest in line, once more chattering about how happy she was that they could make it, how much she hoped they had enjoyed the party, and normal Marra things.