Carnival The sun beat down on Annie's pale Irish skin, looking all the more ethereal in her white sundress. One would think that the woman would have wanted to avoid the crowds, but there was something about being amongst a bunch of people, none who know you, who won't judge you, where you could just be somebody instead of somebody. Besides, she'd been having a string of good days, lately, and the smell of Caribbean cooking always made her mouth water. She'd be alright, she was sure.

If she wasn't, well... Hopefully it wouldn't come to that. But until then, Annie's happy to wander around, looking at costumes, taking in everything, and nibbling at bits of food.

Party All Night Now, being out at night was something Annie probably shouldn't have been doing. She tried to remain indoors, whenever the sun went down, and had preferred it that way for some time. But she took precautions, on her wrists she always had silver bracelets, as well as around her neck which supported a witch's amulet she'd been given by her father, before she left for The Fourth District.

She wasn't going to drink, or even go to any bars, but somehow found herself swept up in a crowd pulling her into a party where, very quickly, she'd had a fruity drink of something shoved in her hand. That was two of these drinks ago, and now a very petite Annie was stumbling through the streets. At least she had the good sense to wear flats.

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