Masquerade: Not What It Looks Like >>spare-a-tercera<<
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The average twenty-six year-old woman did not quite so commonly encounter problems when attempting to obtain an alcoholic beverage, perhaps at worst being asked for identification which proved legal age. In Whitlea's case there happened to be two obstacles, the first that she looked nowhere near her age and the second she had no concrete proof that she was indeed twenty-six.
In blatant disregard of the day's standards, she began to down glasses of wine at the punch table, since when else would such an opportunity to procure such fine drink arise again?
Of course, to anyone else this would look like an adolescent girl misappropriating party beverages. She was well aware, someone was staring, probably debating whether to say something or not. Explaining the situation might get tricky, but it was better than being judged.
"Oh, no, this isn't what you're probably thinking... I'm, uh..."