Eleanore and Alastor had lost track of time. Instead of leaving within an hour, they stayed in the restaurant for more than three hours. Instead of drinking just a glass of alcohol, she drank two full jugs of it. She was wasted and had no idea what was going on around her.
"Lady Eleanore?" Alastor called her out.
She was sitting on the same wooden chair, she had sat in when she came here. The only difference was that her head had fallen on a pillow made out of her arms and she was in a deep sleep.
Alastor couldn't understand what to do. He would be in trouble if anything were to happen to Eleanore. He was thinking about where to take her? Sinclair mansion? But isn't that closed? He pondered on it and then just decided to ask Eleanore.
