She wandered closer to the table where the refreshments were being tended, waiting for a gentleman to offer to get her a drink. That was another thing that was irksome. Why couldn't she get her own food and drinks? It wasn't as though she were incapable of using her hands, and yet, she had to wait for it to be offered to her. They were very, very silly rules, and only because this particular society thought them to be important.
Well, she wasn't coming back here again, and nobody knew her so... why not cause a scandal? It wasn't as though she cared if anybody here judged her. They were not her friends or her peers. And though she did her best to look after the people that nominally “belonged” to her, they hadn't really worshiped her in a very long time. Oh they asked for abundance, but they had no idea where it came from. So if she were to break some of their rules, it wasn't as though she was going to feel bad tomorrow.
And besides, it would give them something new to gossip about. Stars above, but they did like to gossip.
So, being thirsty and having two working hands, Rosmerta reached over to take a glass of something with a little more substance than the ratafia polite women were allowed to drink. Something that put a little more warmth in the belly. Something with a bit more flavor. Something that somebody else was apparently already claiming since there was a hand on the glass that she reached for.
Despite her decision to flaunt societal rules, there were still rules of conduct that Rosmerta considered important on a personal level. There was no need to be impolite, after all. “I apologize,” she said to the handsome man. “I did not realize that glass was already spoken for.”
Ha, look at that! She'd talked to a man without having been properly introduced. And she was going to drink some wine anyway. Wine she picked up for herself. Rosmerta knew she shouldn't be so gleeful about any of it, but she was feeling like a real rebel at the moment. So she gave the man a bright smile. “Would you like to duel for it?”