The beginning of Gwyn and Azriel

Let Me Take You Dancing

  Gwyn had to retwist her hair so that it looked presentable enough...

  Which caused them to be late.

  But, Azriel was not complaining, in fact...he was smirking at her neck the entire time.

  As they arrived shortly after, Gwyn instantly smelt the stink of sweat and alcohol.

  The party had just started, and they both needed to catch up.

  Azriel gripped her hand firmly as they made their way through the swarms of dancing people. Cassian had informed them that he had an entire area of the lounge closed off for his guests.

  So, they headed to the back, and found themselves in front of two lounge booths.

  Nesta squealed in excitement when she caught them, "My Valkyrie!" she raced down from the booth to give her a hug. Gwyn could most definitely smell the liquor on her.

  Cassian also ran to greet them, and from the way he misstepped...he had been drinking a lot before they arrived.

 "I have these two booths saved for our group," Cassian yelled through the band.

 "And free drinks all night! Just ask the waiters for more if you run out!"

  Azriel led Gwyn up to one of the booths that was not as crowded. They had to squeeze through the guests because they had been late.

  Lucien was sitting and drinking with whom Gwyn believed was Jurian. Lucien wore a white blouse that had been unbuttoned down to his stomach.

  Several golden chains hung from his neck, that were only showcased from his tied hair.

 "Gwyneth!" he yelled out when he saw them.

 "I saved a spot for you two!"

  Gwyn made her way towards Lucien...but they had to cross by the other booth first.

  Her hands trembled for a moment as she unclipped her cloak and handed it to the servant.

  All eyes were on her neck.

  Gwyn could feel an intense sense of envy from the booth across. 

  She twisted her neck and found Elain sitting with Feyre. She had turned red, her fingers gripped the glass until it quaked.

  Gwyn just smiled at Feyre, and turned to grab onto Azriel's arm.

  Then they crossed by them all, only after Azriel greeted Rhys and Armen.

  Everyone in the inner circle just stared at them...stared at their joined hands...stared at Azriel's bruised neck.

  Once they made it towards Lucien and Gwyn took a seat, she finally let out a breath. Azriel relaxed on her left, while Lucien and Jurian were on her right.

 "This is Jurian," Lucien nodded his head.

  Gwyn reached her hand over to shake his, "Pleasure to meet you."

  She was nervous from the entire situation. Her second of confidence before walking in had now disappeared and she found herself sinking closer to Azriel's thigh.

  He placed his arms and wings around her, trying to rub her skin in reassurance. 

 "Okay enough with pleasantries, lets drinks?" Lucien turned to her and handed her a glass. Then he explained a few quick games.

  The drinks were pouring, the band played louder.

  Very soon, very efficiently...Gwyn was tipsy.