It was still early in the evening and the Garden wasn't as busy at all, at least, in her opinion. That is to say if Autumn had time to wander around, then really, there must have been next to nobody there. She was particular, after all these years of being 'alive' and Autumn didn't let just anybody touch the alcohol that she carefully crafted from...well nothing. She'd surprised herself that she let Matthew take over for a few minutes during the family night, but she was glad for his help. It had been nice to wander around and not be serving anything.
Autumn had just ducked out, going to tidy herself up a little, before slipping back in to the tent. The day had been a good day, she'd had a lot of sleep the night before and had managed to have herself breakfast with some friends. The day was spent in town, picking up a few things that she 'needed', a new lipstick and some peach perfume. Autumn did like to look nice for her patrons. She couldn't help it really. The pretty she looked the more drinks she tended to sell, and while she cared not about the money she did care with how drunk her patrons got.
Drunk minds tended to be open minds. It was easier to manipulate them all at the same time.
Autumn was adjusting her dress, standing still when the woman ran in to her. She smiled a little, as the woman...bounced backward. There really were no other words for that. "It's okay sweetheart, if you were a boy I'd have assumed it was on purpose." She winked at the smaller red head. The poor girl barely came up to Autumn's chest, and the bassarae wasn't even wearing heels for the moment. "Darling girl, here for some drinks? It's a little early for everybody else, but I'm not one to judge."