Atris considered Brienna's question, her brow furrowing in thought. She agreed with the blonde Jedi. There was something... off. It was surprising that a woman of Mrs. Rikil's standing and influence in the community on Naboo would allow herself to become intoxicated at, as her husband had put it, "the biggest event of the season."
There was no denying the fact that Mrs. Rikil had been drinking. After her up close and personal encounter with the lady, Atris could affirm that her breath absolutely reeked of alcohol. There was no telling just how much alcohol their hostess had or had not consumed, however. The gala had only begun an hour ago, making it doubtful but not impossible that Mrs. Rikil would be in such an inebriated state this early in the night. If she was not drunk, she was a very good actress. If she was not drunk, she could not be trusted.
Atris recalled the greedy look in their hostess' eyes as she stared at the necklace. "I'm not one for art, but the jewels...the jewels are worth every penny."
She could sense her blonde partner's reservations about Mrs. Rikil, and she had to admit she had her own reservations. As cold as it might have sounded, the Jedi's first obligation was to the necklace, not their hostess. They had been sent to ensure that nothing happened to the necklace, taking care of Mrs. Rikil was just a courtesy.
"Let's split up," Atris agreed, matching her Jedi partner's hushed tone as they watched Mrs. Rikil loudly blow her nose. "You stay here with the necklace, and I'll take Mrs. Rikil... I mean, Vicky to her room."
Mrs. Rikil looked up from her tissue, a sad smile gracing her lips. "You will? That is so sweet..." She sniffed and wiped a few tears away. "I knew we would all be such great friends."
"I'll be right back," Atris muttered to Brienna, hoping Mrs. Rikil would have enough good sense left to be able to find her own room. The Jedi was not keen on wandering the halls of the mansion with their drunken hostess for any longer than necessary.
Mrs. Rikil slung an arm around Atris' shoulder again as they began to walk away. Resigned, Atris did not fight her this time. If looks were any indication, Vicky needed all the help she could get to remain standing on her own two feet. "Is your room nearby?"
Their hostess ignored the question, instead looking at Brienna. "Isn't... isn't she coming too?" she asked, pointing to the blonde Jedi. She had never bothered to ask either Jedi their names, so she would have to rely on pronouns. "Aren't you coming too?"
Realizing the answer was no, Mrs. Rikil slumped to the floor and whimpered, "I want Daymar... Please bring him to me."
Atris looked at Brienna. What in the universe is wrong with this woman?
There was no denying the fact that Mrs. Rikil had been drinking. After her up close and personal encounter with the lady, Atris could affirm that her breath absolutely reeked of alcohol. There was no telling just how much alcohol their hostess had or had not consumed, however. The gala had only begun an hour ago, making it doubtful but not impossible that Mrs. Rikil would be in such an inebriated state this early in the night. If she was not drunk, she was a very good actress. If she was not drunk, she could not be trusted.
Atris recalled the greedy look in their hostess' eyes as she stared at the necklace. "I'm not one for art, but the jewels...the jewels are worth every penny."
She could sense her blonde partner's reservations about Mrs. Rikil, and she had to admit she had her own reservations. As cold as it might have sounded, the Jedi's first obligation was to the necklace, not their hostess. They had been sent to ensure that nothing happened to the necklace, taking care of Mrs. Rikil was just a courtesy.
"Let's split up," Atris agreed, matching her Jedi partner's hushed tone as they watched Mrs. Rikil loudly blow her nose. "You stay here with the necklace, and I'll take Mrs. Rikil... I mean, Vicky to her room."
Mrs. Rikil looked up from her tissue, a sad smile gracing her lips. "You will? That is so sweet..." She sniffed and wiped a few tears away. "I knew we would all be such great friends."
"I'll be right back," Atris muttered to Brienna, hoping Mrs. Rikil would have enough good sense left to be able to find her own room. The Jedi was not keen on wandering the halls of the mansion with their drunken hostess for any longer than necessary.
Mrs. Rikil slung an arm around Atris' shoulder again as they began to walk away. Resigned, Atris did not fight her this time. If looks were any indication, Vicky needed all the help she could get to remain standing on her own two feet. "Is your room nearby?"
Their hostess ignored the question, instead looking at Brienna. "Isn't... isn't she coming too?" she asked, pointing to the blonde Jedi. She had never bothered to ask either Jedi their names, so she would have to rely on pronouns. "Aren't you coming too?"
Realizing the answer was no, Mrs. Rikil slumped to the floor and whimpered, "I want Daymar... Please bring him to me."
Atris looked at Brienna. What in the universe is wrong with this woman?
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