There are many things that are certain, and many that are uncertain in life. More so for the Lost than the mortals some would say. Many more for those that choose to go full outlaw as the current Summer Queen of Sacramento had.


As the sun forces her eyes open, she finds herself with much uncertainty.


Not due to the destruction of her hated foe. Okay, life goal achieved but Circe could wing it until she got another one. There was another reason, a reason for which she had a great deal of certainty as she got up from, not her bed, but some motel cot with a groan.


Her feet touch not a floor but an empty tequila bottle.


What she as certain of? She had a hangover.


A slow inspection of the motel indicates she is probably not in Sacramento. And is only mildly curious as to why she has blood on her shirt, mostly checking to find it isn't her own. Oh, and there is a blood stained bat next to the bed. And parts from...wait?


A search of the room finds one of her coats and her dinky niner inside. Minus a few rounds though. The gun parts are not from her 45 or anything she owned. Looked really worn down.


It finally dawns on the hungover Fairest that a note is under the motel's door.


Slowly she checks it, trying to piece together last night?


Blur it is. Ann dead, monarch couple AWOL, tequila!


Dancing, tequila, pizza, puking, tequila, something something, the Hedge? A big bug, flashes and noise, gunk, something not tequila, and maybe her saying someone was suicidally stupid, tequila, and a magic show?


The didn't make much sense.


The note has an attached picture of Circe riding a cow statue, clearly hammered, waving a very fancy hat. And the message:


First, our thanks. Second, Don't know why you were in such a great mood, but don't worry about the muggers. Clean up handled, we owed you for last night you drunkard from the Thorns. They should have known better. Third, never touch my hat again. Fourth, and this is the most important. Get a cab and get out of our town by sundown. And do NOT come back


Circe has no idea what she did, but after clearing her skull more, thank you motel showers, she finds she is in Chico. She got here via the Thorns? Wow, she must have been really hammered.


Circe uses some Glamour to get ride of some of the trash before she hails a cab. Perhaps she went overboard in her celebration?


Moderation within her Freehold next, yes, that'd be best.