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“Oh, we didn’t order—” Persephone started to say, but the waitress interrupted.
“On the house,” she said, and smiled.
She and Lexa took a glass. The liquid inside was pink and sweet, and they drank fast—Lexa to drown her sadness, and Persephone for courage to dance. Once they finished, she grabbed Lexa’s hand and dragged her into the throng.
They danced together and the crowd moved around them, rocking them back and forth. It wasn’t long before Persephone felt flushed and dizzy. She stopped dancing, but the world still spun, sending her stomach turning.
It was then she noticed she’d become separated from Lexa. The faces blurred around her as she pushed through the crowd, growing dizzier with each jolt to her body. She thought she caught sight of her friend’s electric blue dress and followed, but when she came to the edge of the dance floor, Lexa wasn’t there.
Maybe she’d gone back up to the suite.
Persephone started back up the steps. Each move made her head feel like it was full of water. At one point the dizziness was too much, and she paused to close her eyes.
“Persephone?”
She peeled her eyes open to find Sybil standing in front of her.
“Are you okay?”
“Have you seen Lexa?” she asked. Her tongue felt thick and swollen.
“No. Have you—”
“I have to find Lexa,” she said, and turned away from her, heading back downstairs. At this point, she knew something was wrong with her. She needed to go ho
me.
“Whoa, whoa—wait,” Sybil stepped in front of her. “Persephone, how much have you had to drink?”
“One glass,” she said.
The girl shook her head, looking concerned. “There’s no way you’ve just had one glass.”
Persephone pushed past her. She wasn’t going to argue about how much alcohol she had tonight. Maybe Lexa was in the bathroom. She tried to keep to the wall as she searched for her friend, but found herself pulled into the sea of moving bodies. It was then someone grabbed her wrist and drew her toward them. She put her hands out, and they landed on a hard chest, but the body was not Hades.
Instead, she looked up into Adonis’s face.
“Whoa, where you going babe?”
“Let me go, Adonis,” she snapped and tried to pull away.
“Shh, it’s alright. I’m a friend.”
“If you were a friend—”
“You’re going to have to get over that little article thing, babe.”
“Don’t call me babe, and don’t tell me what to do.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re a handful?” he asked, and then his hold on her tightened, forcing their hips together.
She wanted to vomit, and she thought she might.
“Let’s dance.”
“If I wanted to dance with you, I wouldn’t be asking you to let go.”
“I just want to talk,” he said.
