"You're spent aren't you?"
Jotou's forehead pressed further into the counter with a longer groan. All the music and all the chatter became nothing but a memory, not even the footfalls of the staff.
The staff cleared up anything that would smell or cause a mess, leaving the rest to be cleared up the next day.
"Go away, you're drunk."
The princess resting her cheek on her palm widened her waning eyes, "I'm not like drunk, drunk, I'm tipsy at best."
"Night befalls you Empire of Shattering Earth; your princess who holds the fate of your future, is drunk."
"Tch… Whatever. You went from nervous-confident wreck to sorority princess, how the hell d'you pull it off?"
Jotou raised her head and leaned her crossed arms atop the counter. "The clothes certainly helped me play the part.
