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Dorcas allowed her eyes to scan the room, her gaze sometimes becoming fixed on a dancing figure, or a pair of chatting students. Her right hand held a cup of firewhisky – a dare, . Burning liquid with the power of making every single bone in her body let go of the tension with just a sip. She’d longed for the sesation of her entire self flooding with that warmth, but so far, she hadn’t brought herself to bring the cup upwards and let its glassy edge come in contact with her lips. Her eyes glittered with faint eagerness, as well as amusement. The liveliness within the room had managed to cling onto her, making the corners of her mouth curl into a smile.
Her legs began moving once more, taking her towards a familiar face a few steps. Perhaps it’d been the moonlight that had caused her eyes to lose focus for a second. However, one second was enough to have her shoulder collide against part of someone else’s body. Moments afterwards, you had a blushing Dorcas apologizing clumsily.
“I’m so, so sorry. My mind was somewhere else, I must’ve not looked where I was going. You’re… alright, aren’t you?”