#h79

“Okay, two things on the agenda for tonight — get shitfaced, and go to— oh my God your costume.”

“Figs. Is this one shot? I can’t tell when it’s in a full size cup.” One would think, Pandora reflected sadly, that many years of watching her friends pour them would have taught her something.

Gawain pushed through the crowd to the fresh air. “You all right?”

Pandora had her head tipped back, her gaze fixed on the stars. They were better seen from the castle than the village, but her vision had gone fuzzy from the alcohol, splitting the difference. Something smoky tinged the air; idly she wondered if they had remembered to turn off the hob in No. 4. She could always go over and check...

She brought her gaze back to earth and realised she was not alone in the garden. She shrieked before she could stop herself, then clapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. You startled me.”

“The line between our world and the world of spirits,” Pandora said, very very slowly so she would not slur, “it’s really blurry tonight. The veil’s thinned, Clem. We should be outside! We should be under the stars!”

Pandora pointed at Doc with her gun, then looked down at herself. “Hang on, are we—”

“Oh, Marlene. Sacred Circe. You look beautiful. And your—” Pandora leaned in close enough to whisper, tipsy enough for the words to fall out but not so much that she would shout them “—your tits look so good.”