St. Patrick's Day 3: The Patrickening

A pot of freshly brewed tea is shakily set before an unkempt Vanil, clearly having a bit too much fun the night before. Her magic seem to waver, turning the simple act of holding up the daily a near daunting endeavour. It is to be expected of the press to cover the annual St. Patrick's Day, and the imminent aftermath, but she wouldn't be powering through her hangover if it's not urgent. Today's headline: "CHAOTIC PUB CROWD MEETS ITS MATCH", which made the redhead groan louder than usual, as if this hangover isn't enough of a pain. Her glazed eyes skimmed through the fluff-filled article till it reached the meat of the content: "Pub reserves were almost drained"..."Suspect most probably under influence before instigating fight"..."Perpetrator took on and battered nearly the entire crowd", followed by vague descriptions of the suspect. More fluff, and then: "Patrons too intoxicated during time of incident to properly recognize nor remember assailant". This line got a good, long, sigh of relief out of her. "Let's hope it stays that way" she murmurs, taking off and staring at her shamrock brooch, then her leprechaun costume, or what is left of it, before absentmindedly pouring a cup of hot tea onto her muzzle "ACH!". Never again, maybe.