The Follies of Youth

Date: Long long ago
Location: Palace Hallways
Summary: Sif makes a drunken decision that could come back to bite her in the butt later in life...

Another battle won, another celebration at the tavern near the palace. Rowdy conversations, plenty of ale, and maidens fawning over the men in the gang. Sif, although one of the gang, felt left out. It wasn't as though she wanted maidens to fawn over her (she didn't swing that way), but jealousy did bubble under her cool exterior as she watched a few maidens fawn over Thor. To drown those sorrows she drank, hoping to at least make her somewhat happy and content to be there in the celebrations. Ale after ale until she completely lost track, she could feel her head starting to spin. Excusing herself from the celebrations, Sif paid for her drinks (she could have simply left the guys to pick up the tab but she always paid her share) and headed back towards the palace.

Pulling her cloak around her body against the cold winter's night air, Sif made her wake swiftly to the palace. The sound of the snow crunching underneath her feet sounded louder than it was, and she was pretty sure she wasn't walking in a completely straight line. Once inside the palace, she ran a hand through her hair to help dust out the snow and shook off her cloak. Deciding she didn't want to head back to her room just yet, the young warrior woman decided to wander around the halls, perhaps clearing her head a little from all the alcohol she had consumed. Her feet led her to a smaller dining room, just off the great dinning hall. A small smirk crossed her lips when she noticed the bottles of mulled wine sitting on the table. Looking around as if she were about to do something completely illegal, she reached out and uncorked one of the bottles of wine. It seemed as though the staff knew she'd find herself here considering the bottles were of her favourite mulled wine. Before settling herself into one of the plush chairs, she stoked the small fire in the fireplace and sat down with her bottle, blissfully content in her solitude with her drink.