Athanasia watched the dancers as she sipped her wine.  There was one couple who was practically snogging on the dance floor.  Eeeuwww, she thought.  Get a room.  One young woman looked ecstatic while her partner seemed to find her distasteful.  Why was he even dancing with her?  She felt sorry for the poor girl, obviously in love with a man who couldn’t stand her.  Another couple made her laugh.  They were drunk and kept bumping into the other dancers.  At least they seemed to be having a good …

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard slurred words coming from right beside her.  As her racing heart slowly returned to normal, Athanasia turned toward the voice.  It belonged to an attractive young man.  Was he drunk too?  What had he said?

He held out his arm and after looking down at it, she lifted her dark eyes to his face.  “Are you asking me to dance?” she asked.  She needed to make sure before she took his arm.  For all she knew, he wanted her to accompany him to an empty broom closet for a tryst.