[center][h1][b]Peter[/b][/h1][b]Time:[/b] Night
[b]Location:[/b] Damien Estate Ballroom
[b]Interaction(s):[/b] Blue [@CitrusArms][/center]
[color=peru]“righ’. No’ much to go missin’ in the first place, ah? I can relate. Most I've go’ is me fife.”[/color]

Truth be told, the nobles didn’t either. One thing Peter learned from these fancy parties was that the most valuable things on the guests were always out on full display. That’s the whole point, ain’t it? To show off? Most ladies’s dresses didn’t even have a pocket [i]to[/i] pick. For the gents, if they carried anything, their pockets were usually reserved for watches, hankies, snuffboxes, and/or dance cards. (That’s what made Blue stick out with her fife.) It was the attendants who carried all their f**king crap like a damn pack mule.  

Peter only showed Blue his empty pockets to prove he didn’t have any of the “stolen” stuff.

... Well, alright. He did lift his whole getup to blend in. But he didn’t steal anything from the guests here.

When Blue told him about the streak of mischief that was terrorizing a handful of the oh-so-poor-helpless-partygoers, it took a lot of willpower to smother a smirk. “Mischief?” Peter asked as he kept his face as innocent as a choirboy.

[color=peru]“Perhaps something in the air? Or the alcuhol.”[/color] Blue nodded in a direction. [color=peru]“There, see? Just what I'm talking about.”[/color]

He followed her gaze to see some drunkard stumbling around and flattening out his would-be helper against the wall. The party officially hit that hour when you could tell who could handle their liquor and who couldn’t just by the way they moved.

[color=peru]“‘ow much do ye think he's drank? Big guy like tha’ should be able to ‘old his drink.”[/color]

“Now that’s pigeonholing. Could be he’s got health issues. Or maybe he’s got demons haunting him, and he drinks to shut them up. Only it don’t work that way. Every sip just brings all the stuff he’s avoiding into sharper focus and that reminds him why he started drinking in the first place. He’s stuck in a loop. Wants the buzz but it makes him more miserable. He can only handle so much booze before it becomes too much and he has to stop...only to start it all over later.” After delivering that spiel, Peter paused for dramatic effect before grinning. “Or he’s just a two-sip chump.”

[color=peru]“Ye reck'n they're all ligh'weights? Naw, couldn't be.”[/color]

“Only one way to find out.” With a tilt of his head, Peter motioned toward the merry group the drunkard left. “Why don’t you try drinking them all under the table?”

[hider=TL;DR]Peter suggested that Stratya go drink the guests under the table to find the answer to her question.

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