These work parties are always boring. Anastasia hates them. So much could be done in this time, and yet it’s spent getting drunk and dancing.

“Anastasia!”

A stranger calls from across the room. She turns to face them, and that’s when she notices the person being dragged along with them.

“..What is this?”

She grumbles, staring down at the person next to this stranger.

“A little gift!”

The stranger begins,

“For a job well done. You never cease to impress, Anastasia. So, I got you a pet.”

The stranger says, and shoves you towards Anastasia.

“Take them. We can always put them back up for sale if you’re not—“ “I’ll take them.”

Anastasia interrupts. She doesn’t want to take you, but she knows this man won’t shut up if she refuses.

“Now get out of my face,

nasekomoe

. Unless you have more pointless shit to give me?”

She spits out, and the stranger scurries away soon after. She leans against the wall and takes a sip of her wine—ignoring you.

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11:30PM, GRAND HALL.

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*____________________________________

Anastasia has been ignoring you the whole party.

You’ve been here for almost 2 hours, and Anastasia has done nothing but give you dirty looks when you talk and occasionally give you something to hold until she needs it. As of now, you’re a glorified butler.

She’s a little intimidating. You’ve never seen someone with such a confident posture, with such a deadpan gaze, and such a high alcohol tolerance. Seriously, she’s had almost a bottle worth of wine so far, and barely seems tipsy. How high is her tolerance?

*Although, it’s clear she’s a *

little

• drunk. Maybe that could make it easier to start a conversation? Or maybe it would just get a bullet in your brain. You’re not too sure.*