*heavy sigh*

Y'all asked for it. In honor of the new DLC (why am I doing this?) here's... "Drunk Evie: Part 3"...I'm in too deep...

"Come on, Miss Frye! You promised to be Jacob while he's away on his honeymoon!"

Evie stood in front of her most trusted Rooks, a scornful look written across her face. "No, you all remember what happened last time." She clenched her fist at the foggy memory. After a week, she had recalled every event that had taken place, from the drinking contest to the...kiss. Two head bashings later and Evie still couldn't forget that night. Since then, she has avoided all situations where alcohol was involved.

Despite that resolve, she had made a promise to Jacob's inner circle of Rooks that she would accompany them to a pub tonight. Unfortunately, she had thought the invitation was a joke formulated to make her drunk for a fourth time in her life.

"Please, we promise you don't have to have a pint!" the shortest of the group of five pleaded with clasped hands. "We're not as intimidating without one of our leaders! Please!"

Said gang leader rubbed her head with one hand, feeling a headache beginning to form in the back of her mind. On one hand, she could resist the urge and go along as the fear inducing elephant in the room. On the other hand, her odds of doing that were not in her favor. She had tried the last three times not to drink, but look what happened.

It should have been an easy decision, don't go. No questions and no strings attached, yet there was a nagging feeling in the back of Evie's mind. Her more loyal, less logical self could not deny for the life of her. The promise she had made was a promise all the same. If there was one thing that Evie held above all reasoning, it was her need to keep all the words she held in the highest respect. This wasn't for her benefit, it was the benefit of those she made the promises to.

In the end, she cut her loses and threw arms up in defeat. "You've twisted my leg. I will join you."

"Hooray for Evie Frye!" the five shouted and dove for said woman. Before she could fend them off, she was lifted into the air by the men and carried off towards their pub of choice.

"Let's go show those Blighters who runs this city!" They cheered below their leader. Evie only cringed internally and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I'm going to regret this."

Five Rooks watched in horror as their small night out had turned into a fist fight between two gangs and Evie Frye. So far, both gangs were losing.

Said Frye Twin was now standing in the center of this fight, throwing chairs and her weight around. All who opposed her were swifting punched in the jaw and sent flying against the walls of the establishment. Not one person could defend themselves well enough or had the speed to deal with the drunken assassin.

The eldest of the group of Rooks turned to his comrades and brought them closer. "We need to get Mr. Green before she does anymore damage! It can't get any-!"

Before he could finish, the sound of a whistle could be heard from outside. The whole pub froze, not a soul moved as the shouting from the streets began to flutter in. Even the gang leader had held a fist back from colliding into another's face. From somewhere in the back, a loud voice yelled out loud and clear.

"It's the police! Run!"

From there, it was every man and woman from himself. People climbed over each other, forgoing their fighting in favor of not going off to jail. The Rooks were caught in the midst of the fray, being trampled over and kicked for their right to freedom.

Evie was lost in the crowd, gone from the supervision of her gang mates.

"We're dead."

Annie Frye sat atop Henry Green's shoulders, swinging her head back and forth as they walked down the sidewalk. The Indian was fuming on the inside, but kept his temper in check due to having a little girl in his presence. Not only that, but the daughter of his good friend was in his care. If he said one word out of line, both of the Frye twins and an angry mother would be chasing him back to Asia without a second thought.

Five Rooks, high ranking Rooks at that, had come to him that morning saying that they had taken Evie drinking. From the intel he had gathered from the men, bystanders, and the bartender himself, he was able to piece together what had happened last night.

Evie had gone along with the Rooks, not looking for any form of intoxication. Somewhere down the line, she had given in to some challenge to defend her gang's pride and gotten drunk. While inhibited, she got involved in a brawl, causing chaos to spread like wildfire. In the midst of a bar fight she had gotten caught up in, she vanished into the night without leaving a trace. She was officially missing and without supervision.

Heaven knows what she did this time around?

The small girl perched above the heads of many cupped her hands and called through the crowded streets.

"Aunty Evie! Aunty Evie! I have hard candy!"

Henry let a heavy sigh escape his mouth at the attempt to draw out the girl's new family. While it was a heartfelt gesture, it wasn't necessary. He had already picked up on his fellow assassin's trail at the scene of the disappearance, courtesy of Eagle Vision.

They continued on the path of the yellow lit footsteps till they divulged into an alley. The steps continued towards the end of the alley into a hay cart, much like the ones used in the "Leaps of Faith" that the assassin's took daily.

Henry immediately picked up his pace and Annie held on tighter to keep from falling off.

"I think we found her!"

When they were right next to the hay stack, Annie threw her body off of Henry's shoulders and into the hay itself. She ruffled around in the gold for a good minutes coming up with nothing.

"She isn't here." She whimpered, feeling tears starting to well in her eyes. Henry could tell she was disheartened by the disappearance of her aunt, and he could almost feel the child's sadness through the air.

They had been searching for her since the morning time. Both were tired and hungry and completely ready to pass out. Henry was considering giving up and sending out a search party in his place. It would be more efficient and the Rooks would be able to cover a larger at one time.

But a new determination filled the man though, a certain fire that had rekindled amidst the doubt. He could give up, but why should he? It was only one person and he was an assassin! All he needed to do was back track from the scene of the crime. Maybe there was something he missed, or perhaps he had just followed the wrong footprints by accident? Or maybe-

"Found you!"

Henry broke his inspirational at the sound of Annie giggling. He glanced over at the child who was peering under the cart. Kneeling down, he too looked under the cart.

Sure enough, there was Evie, curled up and sleeping peacefully.