Turn and find out who you've been using as a post-dance bean-bag chair.
From Create Your Own Story
Blushing at your possible rudeness, you whirl around. The intense green eyes stare back, filled with a quiet amusement at the look on your face.
Someone has started speaking, behind you. The eyes aren't to blame for your staring, they don't demand or hold your attention, but it feels so blissful to look at such art as this man's face - the high cheekbones, the light hair playing across his pale skin.
He raises an eyebrow at you, his shoulders slightly shaking with contained laughter.
You snap to attention. Everyone is sitting, except for the few leaning against trees, like this green-eyed distraction in front of you.
You hurriedly sit on the nearest available stump.
A man with a smooth voice is explaining the rules of some game that's about to take place. A game of hide and go seek tag, perhaps? The fire is too warm on your feet to care, the crisp air too affectionate on your bare shoulders. If only you had some more to drink...
As if on cue, the glass from before appears to your left. Kneeling there, staring into the flames, is the entrancing one you keep being drawn to. He holds his drink towards you - sipping it himself, but clearly expecting you to steal it and drink as you will to quench your thirst from the dance.
Two other eyes are on you... a man with fluffy, sandy-colored hair looking between you and the drink with an intense, worried expression... and that man across the fire, looking at you with flirtation and curiosity.
Will you drink?
