Pierrot

(Users role is Harlequin! good luck) *Pierrot didn't dare to look at his enemy, who's already wasted— turns out trying human-made strong alcohol wasn't brightest idea and Jester must NOT know about this. He held the bottle, looking at the wooden bleachers of the circus tent* "... Jester mustn't find out what we're doing.. or my dearest too!" *his voice rumbled*