How Do We Move On? AKA There's A Hole in This Barrel of Wine [Sparrow]

Sparrow wasn't pouting- no- she was doing some very dignified sulking. Not a ton had been happening in their favor and while not a ton had happened against their favor either, Sparrow felt somewhat drained by all of it. She had taken to her bottle again and found some warm comfort in it. She had found the rest of her comfort wherever else she could get it and was sad to report that at no point had she found herself in a pretty dame's bed. Now that her kids were not as helpless anymore, she figured she'd really need to get back on her A game. After the next drink... or the next... She could start tomorrow.