Grab the cup from the blonde man's hand, and down it before returning to the dance.
From Create Your Own Story
You down the drink, the sweet flavor and sparkling sensation dancing against your tongue. The aftertaste echos in your mouth like a strain of beautiful orchestral music, as you press the cup against the chest of the man you snatched it from. Bright green eyes catch yours, filled with curiosity, before another young woman merrily drags you back into the dance.
Your worries are few, as the flute and drums and fiddle carry you through flowing spin after flowing spin, the firelight dancing across beautiful faces, the other young women around you clumsy and full of joy.
The whole thing ends in a triumphant finale, and you feel the flush of all the movement in your cheeks. You must have spun more times than you thought, as you find yourself exhaustedly stumbling back against someone, an artist's long pale fingers clutching gently around your upper arms. With a sigh of contented delight, your body nestles back against the toned wall of body behind you. You feel a sort of euphoria building around you... did it always feel this way when you danced, perhaps?
Across the flickers of the flames, you catch the eye of a man with hair so red and so naturally streaked with golden blonde that it looks like fire itself. There's something calculating and hungry in those gold eyes. Something in you presses back further, away from that gaze.
...only to realize you've been cuddling up against someone.
Where will you put your attention?
Do you:
