Private Finished No Good Witches

While normally, Wednesday might be somewhat irked by the amount of effort the older witch was putting into making her comfortable, right now she was too drunk to really do anything other than accept the sudden warmth and dryness. After the events of the evening, the small reprieve from the cold was appreciated.

"I think...I think I wanna go." She eventually said, after taking one last slurp from her drink, draining her cup of beer, her words slurring as the alcohol made its way through her system. She was definitely looking drunk now, her physically weak body combined with her lack of experience leaving her to become drunk fairly quickly. She stood up from her seat, trying to distangle herself from Tuesday's arms, clearly unsteady on her feet due to her current state of intoxication.

As soon as Wednesday was on her feet the world seemed to swirl in her vision. She was far more unsteady than she was expecting to be. Her hands reached out around her, groping blindly until she found Tuesday’s arm, which she quickly clung onto, steadying herself.

“Nnnot gonna hurt mys’lf…”She mumbled, quietly. With that one last objection, she followed after Tuesday, letting the older witch lead her along, out of the party, leaning on her for support all the while. Wednesday shivered once they stepped outside, her breath visible in the air in front of her.

She seemed pensive as she stumbled along, quietly thinking to herself. That had been, well, that had been a really shitty way to end the night. But before that, Wednesday was actually enjoying herself, with the dancing, the music, even talking to Darren before he turned out to be an ass.

"Thanks." She eventually said, words still slurring. "For bringin' me out here. I haven't really...hav'n't done anyth'n fun since I got here. Annnd it was fun! Until...y'know...it wasn't..."

"Heeeeey! Books are fun! Who says books aren't fun?" She frowned, giving Tuesday a bump with her side, before devolving into a little drunk giggle. As much as she did enjoy reading, she didn't think she could compare it that much to tonight. It was a different kind of fun, that much was clear.

Wednesday almost didn't notice Cami until the wolf had trotted over to join them. She reached a hand down, running a hand along her fur as she got close.

"Wellllll I don' think you can blame them. We're witches. Witches are always meant to be all reclusive and stuff. At least, tha's what my family were always drilling into me." She began to speak in a deeper, mock authorative tone. "The worlds a dangerous place Reina. We survived by being cautious Reina. They din't let me go out much. Especially not to anything like a party."

She hiccupped, interrupting herself. She was feeling a lot more talkative than normal right now, which, in the back of her mind she was aware it was due to being under the influence. But at the moment, it didn't particularly seem to bother her. The fact she just casually dropped half her true name didn't even register. The others in the Coven were aware of it, hopefully no one else was listening in.

"I jus'...kinda assumed it was like that for all of us."

Wednesday went rigid in Tuesday's arm as soon as she realised what she just did. She definitely took the true situation with all of the coven's true names very seriously, messing up and giving her name to someone not only put her at risk, but all the others as well.

"O-oh um, S-sorry." She quickly stammered, rubbing one of her arms sheepishly, casting a quick glance around them just to see if there was anyone who could hear. She was glad they had already left the party before she could make that blunder.

Wednesday tried not to dwell too much on her mistake though, Tuesday had already moved on, so she thought she might as well too. Instead, she was now reflecting back on her family, back on her childhood.

"My um...so my family adopted me." She started to explain, looking a little more melancholy then she had before. When Wednesday had first joined with the rest of the coven, introduced herself as the representative of the Verdun clan, the fact that she wasn't related to the original coven by blood was a detail she'd neglected to mention.

"They said tha'...they said many times that they didn't need to take me in. Said that if I was more trouble th'n I was worth they'd kick me out. So I never dreamed of disobeying them. I jus' wanted to be helpful and stuff."

She let out a long sigh, shoulders sagging a little. The alcohol was definitely loosening her lips now.

"I think I missed out, on like, a lot of things. Things like...well, this." She gestured vaguely back in the direction of the party. "I think I'm still missing out on lotsa things. I think maybe I never would have if I pushed back more? I dunno."

She glanced back up at Tuesday, leaning against her a little more as she did.

"I dunno how to be like you..."

"What I wanna do..."

Wednesday had spent most of her life thinking what she wanted to do was secondary compared to what she could do for her family. She had practically been raised to think that the best thing she could do was become a powerful witch to make them proud. Of course, she wanted that as well, but it had always been primarily for their sake.

What else was there? The most pressing concern she has was the curse. Her own curse, the family's curse, the rest of the covens curses as well. But if she broke the curses, no, when she broke the curses, what would she do after all that?

"I think...I should sleep on that." She eventually mumbled. "My head's starting to hurt..."

She rubbed her forehead with her free hand. The earlier fun high she'd been feeling was starting to fade, and the alcohol was definitely starting to make her feel queasy.