TMR Gally - hate him love him

dance with me

Athena's POV

The Bonfire was huge. Sitting on a log some meters away from it kept me warm enough, I even took of Newt his jacket. where did he go?  Right when I started looking around, Thomas sat down on the ground next to me, with his back against the log. "Hi Grrrrreeeennniiieee. A little birdie told me you can't speak." I just glare at him. "I'll take that as a "Yes, Thomas, you're right Thomas. How was your day in the Maze, Thomas?" I roll my eyes at him, but it is kinda funny. I wonder why Gally dislikes him. Chuck is waving at me from the other side of the fire. I smirk and wave back. He raised his glass to Thomas, who raised his back to him. what's inside those jars? He sees me looking at it and smiles "watch out Greenie. Gally's recipe can make you do things you normally would never do." I look at him curiously, for the first time ever hoping he keeps talking. "speaking of the shank..." he gets up and leaves. No, wait!  I turn around and see Gally standing a few meters to my left. He just looking at Thomas, following him with his eyes. what's going on?  I look at him, wanting to know why he did that, but he doesn't see me and walks away. I want to get up, but then a couple of Gladers sit down, introducing themselves to me. I wouldn't want to be rude now... 

After listening to almost every Glader and avoiding Minho, I sit down next to Newt again. He also has a jar with yellowish brown liquid inside. I point at it, looking at him. "are you sure Greenie? it's heavy stuff..." I smirk how bad could it be , it smells like honey and lemon, but ... sweeter. I take a rather big sip and feel the liquid burning at the back of my mouth. As I swallow, it burns my throat on the inside, warming me up from the inside of my body. "What is that?" I look at Newt as I hand him his jar back. He looks surprised. "It apparently helps get you're voice back after almost being killed by a Runner." I talked. I can talk. "Finally. Minho is driving me crazy, please don't tell him I got my voice back?" Newt giggles. actually giggles, what does this drink do to people? "My lips are bloody sealed." I smile at him, about to ask him where he got the jar, when Gally sat down next to me, holding one. "I don't drink it myself, makes me lose my temper... easier. It has some ingredients that can help with a sore throat. Most of them get you drunk." I take the jar from him and look at some of the Gladers, jumping around on the beat of the drums, the flames flickering and dancing with them. "Thank you..." and I drink another sip from the jar, feeling the burn but enjoying it.

Newt was right, this is heavy stuff. Only an hour has passed, but it's my third empty jar. And they are really trying to keep my jar full, getting me more and more drunk. "Dance with me Greenie" Thomas dragged me from the log and starts spinning me around. I can't help but laugh, as the Glade becomes one blurry mess. I keep dancing, spinning around, being spun by a different Glader almost every time. Minho even picked me up and spun me around in the air before giving my hand to one of the Builders. I smile, loving how free and careless I am feeling. Then, suddenly the drumming stopped, but the world kept spinning. Someone held my waist so I wouldn't fall into the fire, but still. Newt reached his hand out to me and helped me sit down on the ground, leaning against the log. Alby stood up, everyone watching him. "You all know the traditions, you all did them. But this Greenie, isn't a boy. So I say, slightly different traditions." some of the Gladers muttered something, but Newt shushed them. Alby continued "The Greenie is already drunk, and has already danced. Last thing she has to do, is sing. Athena, I know your throat is sore but...." I stood up, trying to stand up straight, definitely the alcohol speaking. The Glade keeps spinning. "I'm Fine Alby I'm fine. Sit your fine ass down." but as I slurred that, I nearly fell down myself, causing great commotion and laughter from the boys. I felt my cheeks turn red, but just closed my eyes and started singing the first thing that came to my mind. 

"High in the halls of the Kings who are gone,
Jenny would dance with her ghosts.
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found
and the ones who had loved her the most."

"The ones who'd been gone for so very long
She couldn't remember their names
They spun her around on the damp old stone
Spun away all her sorrow and pain"

"And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave"

"They danced through the day and into the night
Through the snow that swept through the hall
From winter to summer and winter again

'Till the walls they'd crumble, and fall"

"And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
And she never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave
Never wanted to leave, never wanted to leave"

"High in the halls of the Kings who are gone,
Jenny would dance with her ghosts
The ones she had lost and the ones she had found

and the ones who had loved her the most."

It stayed silent, even after I opened my eyes. At least the spinning stopped. Some of them staring at me, some of them staring in the flames or into the dark of the night. Eventually, Alby clears his throat, a sign that the Bonfire was over. The Gladers got up and walked towards the Homestead, most of them still not saying a word. I look at Newt, but he's just staring at me with an expression of his face that I can't decipher. Gally stands next to me, gently grabbing my hand and leading me towards the hut. His hut... my hut? I try not to stumble, but I'm still very drunk. He's patient with me. and kind? "Gally? did I... do something wrong?" he just opens the door and goes inside to light the candle on the table. A chill breeze reminds me of the sweater I left at the Bonfire. "I forgot my sweater..." But he just sits me down on the bed. "Stay here, I'll go get it." The hut starts spinning and I close my eyes. I didn't wake up when he came back in, barricading the door behind him. Stopping and staring at me, asleep on his bed. Sighing.