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Beth squealed with laughter as he rolled against her. He was stronger and more grounded than she was. And maybe, just maybe, she was a little intoxicated. She stumbled forward a step or two before regaining her balance and planting herself so that Brian had something to move against. It was surprisingly hard to shimmy in her boots and satin, but she managed to get a groove going with her hips between Brian and the music.

Though she had to speak up as well over the beat, she called to him, "My parents wouldn't be crazy about this kind of dancing." There was a sparkle in her eyes, a delight at the rebellion she felt she was committing, something she would never consider if not for the party, the booze, and, most importantly, the company. "That's why we always did it away from the adults. And now we...are the adults?" She laughed, a bit dry mouthed. "But isn't dancing supposed to be, like, instinctive? And fun?"

Beth felt courageous. She felt free. She was having the most unconditional fun she'd had since being Chosen--and without being Chosen, who was to say where she would be instead? All the worries melted away and she let her instinct (and Brian's funky fresh beat) lead her. For once, she didn't care what others might think of her outfit, or her moves. So long as she didn't step on Brian's foot or knock them both over, she considered it a win. She was panting--it was exercise!--but her eyes were bright and her smile wide.

It might have been fifteen minutes, it might have been a few hours. It passed in a blur of music, movement, and laughter. But eventually, she knew she had to sit or else, like a fairy tale wicked stepmother, she would dance her toes off. "Sorry, I think my heels are getting to me." She whispered her apologies, pointing to a drink table, letting Brian follow, if he wished.