Intoxicating || Delilah & Dane
A red, orange and yellow ball of rage roared upward eating its way through the wooden pyramid at its base. Smoke was buffeted into the night sky, carried aimlessly by a chill September wind. Dane glided silently away from the smoke to the excited freshmen and drunk juniors that all stood in awe of the bonfire, their eyes transformed into orbs of light, each flame playing a light show on their pupils.
A cacophony of applause and cheering, palpable excitement buzzed through the charged air and Dane slipped away from the fire, the brunette navigating himself through the stumbling students until he came to what could only be described as a hoard of bottles. Rummaging through them, he let out a whoop of success that was entirely silenced by the roaring of the students around him. He poured the liquid to the rim before downing it, not bothering to distill the drink.
And that night, even Dane grimaced at the strength of the liquid as it burned down his throat, worse than any other could dream of being. It was without releasing the bottle that Dane leaned towards the girl's ear, calling out an offer to do shots loud enough to be heard. Taking a small step back before holding out the bottle of tequila without his gaze faltering for the slightest moment, his grin fell effortlessly into place. He wasn't about to stop drinking. But the girl gave him a good reason to, as the conversation and her presence proved to be al the more intoxicating.
Her eyeing him up did not go past him, the ever present amusement seeping into his words. "Extremely. Now, I know that you'll remember me but I hope your willingness to talk to me won't vanish when I see you next." He feigned a pout before a laugh lit up his features. "You get used to it. You get thick skin, and the falls don't hurt much anymore. If you ever want to try it and not fall off, you can come to me for a ride."
