GOLD AND SILVER LINE MY HEART / open

[Suiteheart]

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Suiteheart was no stranger to Margaery's drinking habits. Her wife often turned to the bottle in times of trouble, and it seemed it was no different in this place. Back home, her wife had often made it an unwilling public display, and it had always pained Suite to see her wife in such disarray. And truth be told, she never liked when her wife got like this.

Suite didn't so much mind drinking. No, she drank whenever and wherever she could. In fact, she could drink anyone under the table. She held her alcohol well, but her wife wasn't so lucky. Margaery was a lightweight, which had always amused Suite until now. She supposed it was the dawning realization that her wife was trying to become something akin to an alcoholic. That truly worried her.

"Margy?" she asked, stepping forward, voice small. She was hesitant to be near her wife in this state. She was prone to outburst sometimes. She often said things she didn't mean, or things she had always meant to say. This made her anxious. "Maybe you've had enough?" she suggested, voice calm and quiet.