Porthos was never one to miss a party, and this was no exception. He was also one to pay a lot of attention to his appearance, and his doublet was his finest here, his hat perfectly poised on his head, and his sword perfectly clean at his waist.

By the end of the evening, he was fairly certain a donkey had stolen his hat, his doublet had been forgotten on the back of a chair - but at least his sword was still by his side. Even a very drunk Porthos had some standards, it seemed.