Cimmerian Shade

Chapter 13 pt 2

A/N- Ok punkinfaces, here is the second part, as promised. After this there's only two more chapters and then an epilogue...and THEN a preview into the continuation. *sigh* I'm gonna miss posting this one. Ok guys, I'll shut it and let you read :) ...as always, thanx SOOO much for fanning, and voting!!!

Part 2***

Breanne smiled, “Yes, I do feel like quite the rebel. But Katrina, however are we going to drink all of this ale?” she asked, looking intimidated by the four full glasses that was set before them. “There is no possible way that I can or will drink more than one full glass. I must remain proper in some aspect of my life.”

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An hour later, Breanne and Alla were dancing a jig atop the table. Three empty glasses clinked and clattered upon it; the other glass had long ago toppled and rolled onto the floor. Their cheeks were flushed as they stomped on the table. Tendrils of hair stuck to Breanne’s neck, while Alla’s flung about as she was caught up in the dance.

Once taught how to master the dance on the floor, they were urged to dance upon the table. It was tradition, they were told, for a newcomer to be taught, and to dance so that everyone could see. Had they been asked before having the drinks, they might have declined.

Alla noticed that she was much more inclined to do things that she wouldn’t normally do. It seemed that with every swallow of ale she took, the less troubled she felt about whoever was searching for her. In fact, their inhibitions seemed to have taken a vacation. Both women accepted the hand of every man who asked them to dance.

“I feel quite dizzy, Breanne. Maybe we should stop, now,” she called out over the music.

Great exception was taken to her words and nearly all of the men objected to the idea, encouraging the dance with their hoots and hollers.

Breanne grabbed her hand as she made a move to step down from the table. “Do not leave me,” she laughed back, “let’s dance just a little longer.” Breanne’s blue eyes, twinkling with a mixture of enjoyment and tipsiness, lightly implored her own. Alla nodded and began dancing again, but after another two hours, and one more glass of ale, felt quite out of sorts.

“I do believe I should stop Breanne!”

“No, a little more,” Breanne protested, giggling.

“If I do not remove myself from this table; I’ll lose everything contained in my stomach,” she informed her matter-of-factly.

A hasty nod certified her agreement, and opposed to dancing without her, Breanne announced that she was done as well. Once on the floor, the crowd groaned and encouraged them to reclaim their places, and if Alla could have shaken her head ‘no’, she would have. The sneaking suspicion that if she were to do such a thing she’d make herself even more dizzy, prevented her from the action.

Almost as soon as they stepped down, a couple took their place, while others streamed onto the dance floor. Alla and Breanne sat at a table for a while, and both began dozing off amidst the dancing and hollering. When Breanne’s cheek slipped out of her hand, she looked across at Alla who rested her head on the table top.

“I think it may be quite late, Katrina. We should go.”

“Yes,” Alla sat up, “I think I am ready, as well. Falling asleep in public is quite the indicator.” The women stood up, linking arms as they headed out of the tavern.

William quickly blocked their exit, looking at both women skeptically. “Are ye’ alright to go home by yer’self?” he questioned.

Breanne nodded, almost too quickly. When he gave her a doubtful look she giggled, and Alla smiled.