This story got more popular than I thought. Also, thank you for being patient as I've procrastinated for days and days. Sorry about that! Let's keep things going with "Drinking and Sick Days" part two, "Drinking and Dancing"! Back by popular demand, let's get started.

"I dare you to say that again, sire." Evie growled with a pint of ale clutched in her gloved hands with a killer look on her face. Her face was flushed from previous alcoholic beverages being consumed by herself. A man was leaning over the counter next to her, blocking off Jacob from intervening and stopping him from making a huge mistake. He smirked and got closer into the woman's space while swirling a cigarette in his mouth.

"I erd' you out drank ol' Tucka' down the block! I challenge ya' ta' a lil' drinking game, unless yer' too chicken?" he took his cigarette and put it out on the top of the bar next to her hand that clung to her latest refill. Jacob peeked from the challengers shoulder, trying to get her attention by making the sign for "Don't do it, remember last time?". Fear lit his eyes as the other patrons gathered around the bar to await Evie's answer.

The fiddle player that once held a lively tune ceased at the

She wasted no time, slamming her drink down and standing to face the man and his offer to try to out drink her.

"I'm not one to back down from a challenge." she said, cracking her knuckles with an evil chuckle and murder in her gaze. The pub erupted in cheers and hollering for their favorite. Jacob was mortified at her willingness to the game. He hadn't forgotten what happened last time, vomit and all. The younger Frye wanted to keep his sister from starting another pub fight, twice in the same night.

The center of the room cleared for the competitors to sit at a lone table. Evie removed her heavy coat and tossed it at some random Rook who accompanied the twins for the night. He had caught it and retreated into the crowd of drunk factory workers and bruts of other gangs. The other man passed off his coat to another man who stood close by the two drinkers.

When the two were sitting down and staring each other down, the pub keeper came to the table with six beer mugs over flowing at the brim and spilling over onto the tray. He set them down between the two.

"Alrigh'! The rules are simple, out drink each other to win! GO!"

With that, both greedily rushed at a mug as the host went to get refills ready for the next bout. Jacob could only watch from the counter as his sister finished her first drink off in a matter of seconds. She smashed the mug on the ground and grappled for the next one while her opponent was still chugging down his first. The whole pub cheered and yelled for the person they supported in the fight of tolerance. Evie's side of the room was laughing at the struggling man.

When his twin reached the third mug, Jacob decided to leave and enlist the help of the only man who could help.

The gang leader turned on his heel and hurried out the door to get his last hope in London to make sure history never repeated itself a second time.

In his hurry though, he forgot his lucky top hat on the bar next to his pay.

One Escort Mission Later

"You left her alone?"

"No! I left a Rook or two in charge of her." Jacob shrugged as he and Henry Green hurried in a carriage towards the pub that the latter had fallen back from to get his acquaintance. Henry rubbed his temples and sucked in an icy breath, trying hard not to push Jacob off the seat.

"Only God knows what she's done while you left her unattended." he mumbled as they neared the pub. Jacob pulled back on the reins, clicking his tongue to steady the horses.

"You know, Greenie? Last time she cuddled the horses like a child last time."

Henry just glared at him, unamused with the young man's attempt at humour. "London is in danger of Evie in a drunken state of mind and you choose to say that?"

"Yes?" Jacob said, leaping off the driver seat. Henry followed, careful to avoid a snowdrift on the curb. Music from the fiddle that had stopped before Jacob left was playing again, this time to a familiar tune. Both men stepped up and swung the door open only to get a rush of heat and a chair being thrown at their heads.

Thankfully, they both ducked in time and the chair crashed in the road, smashed to pieces. The two peered into the pub, fearful of the outcome.

The whole room was packed to the brim of men toasting and laughing in an intoxicated chorus. It spilled onto the streets of London without a hitch or pause at the sudden chill from the outside weather invading the space. In the center of the room, there was Evie, swinging her cane sword around while standing on a table. Her sleeves were rolled up and a dark object was clutched in her other hand. Her drinking partner had collapsed with his face pressed against the table while she had one foot planted on his shoulder.

"Starrick is just a glorified child! He couldn't rule London even if it bowed down and said so! I say he should fight me! Right here right now!" she yelled, raising her cane sword to plant it into the wooden table next to the man's head. The crowd below her called back to her, shaking the foundation of the establishment down to everyone's bones. It wouldn't surprise anyone if the tyrannical man had come and rise to the grand call for a brawl.

From her back, Evie brought forth a top hat and placed it on her head. She raised her cane sword and started speaking in a lower tone. "And Jacob's stupid top hat is mine! I look better in it anyway!" The other patrons agreed, some calling for a toast to the woman. Jacob was mortified though, reaching up to smack his forehead at him leaving his favorite hat in the clutches of the last person he wanted it to be in the hands of.

Henry had enough of this and pushed through the crowd with Jacob simmering at his heels. Sweaty bodies and unfavorable smells invaded both their spaces as they advanced further to Evie. The experience was unpleasant to say the least. It made both of them rethink coming back, but the thought of leaving her alone with blood lust for their enemy that could very well kill her was what spurred them on. When she started making up an irish jig on the edge of the table, kicking her opponent into a drunken heap as she improvised her way around the wood made the men speed up to catch her.

They reached Evie by shoving away a line of coal stained workers that were copying her assassin two-step in an attempt to get on her good graces. It wasn't working, but she was still jovial for their participation and conviction. She showed this by flashing her devil smile and "accidently" letting her sleeve slip partially off her shoulder. Not enough to be considered scandalous, but enough to get the boys howling as if they were part wolf. Jacob had to take a second to understand what had just happened, turning to Henry for explanation. Instead of a logical output, he had a blushing Indian who had his head in his palms with shame.

After her moment of "exposure", she went into her quick jig once more at the beat of the fiddler's tune. Her boots clicked on the table top with all the spice and vigor of the melody that carried over the sound of catcalls and whistles for more. She gladly answered their calls, incorporating her assassin training into her steps. Her arms waved around in a storm about her, adding to her passionate style.

But, as she made a wide side step, her foot slipped off the edge and she was sent tumbling to the floor of the pub. Laughter filled the room as she sat back up and joined the noise without a hitch.

It was the last straw for her two companions. Jacob went first, reaching her side to support her from laying down. Henry went around to her other side and did the same as her brother. She still chuckled even after landing on her back like a fool, leaning on both men for strength to stand.

"You took long enough Jacob! I missed you." she giggled, giving him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. The younger twin's face lit up like christmas at his sibling finally showing adoration towards him for once. She gently removed his hat and adjusted it atop his own, a goofy grin plastered on her features. When she pulled away, she turned to Greenie and started breaking out into more laughter.

"Why do you look so uptight?" Her smile full of mischief return as her eyes flashed dangerously, an idea brewing in her mind. "I bet you I can solve that problem." she said, her words laced with seduction and tease. Before her brother could stop her, Evie swooped in and landed a kiss on Henry. The entire pub broke into a wild cheer and the catcalls were at their worst. Jacob stood with his mouth hung open and shock.

"My sister is never going to live this down."

Three Days Later On The Train

"Did gaya' er'? Lil' Ms. Frye snogged that dark chap Enry'! Righ' on the kisser!"

"I heard that she started undressn' im right in the middle of the Boar's At'."

"That ain't true, but the poor fellow had to get help to get Frye off of im'."

Evie rested in the shadows on the corner that was near Alexander Bell's home. She was just getting her gauntlet readjusted and upgraded. He had done a fantastic job yet again, making the speed of her chain shoot faster with less friction in between. She was having a nice and casual walk back when she caught some of the Rooks talking about the night she accidentally drank too much...again.

Her brother had filled in most of what she had done, from her drinking contest to dancing on the table top like a doll. And now, she had just discovered the one thing he hinted at, but never specified out loud. Her fists clenched and unclenched as they snickered in greater detail about how her brother made her angry and started yet another bar fight with the twins at the center at the action. After the two were kicked out agian by the pub owner, she fell right asleep with her brother's top hat still secured on her head.

Evie had enough of their gossip and stepped out to reveal she was listening the whole time.

"Hey, Rooks."

All three men turned to see her face, filled with fury and promise of murder. She was no longer calm and collected Evie Fyre who could take any punch at her pride and reputation. This Evie was ready to throw all of London's bigwigs into the Thames, spitting on their heads as they struggled to try and climb out too safety.

To say the men were afraid to even speak for their actions was the biggest lie in the world. They were ready to run as fast as they could and never look back. Evie could smell the fear they permitted from where they stood shivering in their boots. It was enough to make her soften and replace her furious look with a smirk.

"I've got a job for you."

She nodded her head to follow, and the three did so with energy in each step. The youngest lad was the only one brave enough to ask the question that the trio were too terrified to ask.

"Um, Miss Frye? If you don't mind me askn', wha' are we gonna do?"

A devilish grin creeped onto her face, unseen by her recruits. She cracked her knuckles and flicked open her cane sword with malice coating the air around her.

"I think it's time Jacob learns not to withhold information from me."