SHE RESTS HER EMPTY GLASS on one of the tables, a light buzz already coursing through her body, but neither wine nor tequila’s to blame. mia swears she can practically feel it — the thrumming heat that comes from the guests ; their pleasure palpable and ecstasy contagious. whether it’s the drugs in her system or dionysus himself causing it is anyone’s guess.
she moves in and out of sync with the music. accuracy far from the point so long as there’s company to be had, so long as there’s another person to be felt or heard or seen losing themselves only inches away. at that moment, she revels in it all ; never mind the fact that mia barely knows half the people in attendance at their little house party.
the brief pause before the next song prompts her eyes to open, and they land almost immediately on one particular demigod in the corner. as if it were her calling to track the one still clinging to control and have them loosen their grip. mia holds his gaze with an impish grin playing on her lips, no motive or desire other than to see him move a little more than he currently is. “ come dance with me ! ” she yells through the small crowd, hand moving to beckon him near her. “ yes, you ! come dance with me ! ” // @eusjason
