Who: Maddy & Callum What: Pain bad. Whiskey good. When: May 1, evening Where: The Village Warnings: Not sure, at this point.
Maddy's headache had slightly receded over the course of the day, but by the time she had to get made up to perform, it still wasn't gone. She knew doing three shows twice in a row was a bad idea, but both evenings had turned out so well for her. Well, she was paying for it now, wasn't she?
She managed to get through one entire show without swearing, and then a shot (or three) of whiskey helped her to grit her teeth through another one, which was, thankfully, not as well attended. Once the last customers had trickled out, Maddy herself slipped out, wanting another drink and some company that wasn't a customer.
She hiked up the hem of her dress and made for her wagon, where she retrieved her liquor, and once she found it, she headed out again. Callum had to be around here somewhere, surely he'd drink with her, right? A few questions pointed her in the right direction, and she wandered off down a path, calling for him softly every now and again.