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.
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, 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 dark hair in contrast with 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?
