She'd been quite focused on the game of cards going on in front of her. Drunken Exploding Snap was literally the worst idea ever. Therese wasn't sure of the rules, but there was a lot of screaming and cards bursting into flames and lots, and lots, of shots of purple sparking drinks. She was about to ask the bloke who seemed to be winning (as he was still standing while his opponent held himself up on the other side of the table with his chin) how to play, when someone stepped in her line of vision.
"Michal Conway!" she let out, throwing her hands up in surprise and excitement. Her drink had thankfully been put down a moment earlier, mustache straw and all. Therese jumped to her feet, expertly staying upright on her heels. Happy, somewhat intoxicated Therese, could manage these sort of shoes with no problem; it was when she drowned her sorrows at a dingy jazz club that her pumps were the bane of her existence. Tonight was one of those good nights, fortunately, and she wasted no time in throwing her arms around Michal to greet him properly with a hug and kiss.
He came! He was probably going to come on his own accord, if he felt like it, but she'd asked him to come and he'd come! Two hours later, but he was here! Therese kept her arms over his shoulders, letting herself lean dangerously close to him, though her eyes were bouncing all over. She wanted to show him everything!
"There are so many mustaches, big ones, small ones," she said, marveling, "and there's a green drink that tastes like watermelon and summer, but it makes your fingers tingle and feel like sparks are going to fly out of them it's really good."
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