The bottle isn't my only love!

No longer nerves of steel.

As the chanting died down and people headed to the bar for another drink or got into conversations about this, that and the other. I found myself alone drinking beer and taking in my surroundings.

It was a cold October night and the fire was lit. If you looked close enough you could even see the glow on people's faces from the fire.

My head began to drift to the centre of the room where Enjolas was standing discussing what I imagine to be a very important issues. Just as I was turning away Enjolas caught me looking at him and for a moment I could have sworn that a small smile flickered on his face.

That small smile was beautiful. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of it.

It wasn't his usual smile it was soft, gentle and caring, the seriousness gone.

I started doting over his quality's like his perfectly formed cheek bones and golden curls that clung to the sides of his face. And eyes. Oh those eyes. They were emerald with hints of sapphire blue even a few specks of brown.
What more could be said about him than sheer perfection?

"Hello... Hello." A familiar voice called out. It was then that I realised Enjolas was stood directly in front of me. God I hope I hadn't been drooling." Uhm h-hi." I stammered whilst silently wishing ground would just swallow me right there and then.

What was wrong with me?
I was sweating profusely and palms were all clammy. Not only that, but mouth was dry and I had butterfly's in my stomach. Just to top it all off I was stuttering. I mean me, of all people, I was stuttering. How the heck was that even possible. I never stutter!
I'm Mr smooth talker!

Once I'd finished my internal rant I cleared my through and did something I never thought I would do.
"Hey Enjy I was... Uh wondering if... Uh you wanted to get a drink... With me." There was a long pause that probably wasn't that long but felt like years.

"Yeah I'd love to go, although just one drink I've got business to attend to tomorrow."