Eversight

The Party

A couple of hours later after being on the chariot, We finally arrived at a large, pillared building. Men and women poured inside, ballgowns and suit tails and tulle. The woman climbed out, holding a hand out for me. I took her hand, walking inside. Piano and violin ran through my ears. Men and women danced, the ballgowns swayed with their fluid movements. The woman pulled me along into the dance line.

I was lost in the crowd, a man grabbed me by the waist and began dancing with her. I stepped on his shoes, more times than I could count. I spotted the woman dancing with an older man. I looked back up to see the man I was dancing with was leaning close to my face. I sprung back. I pushed him off, running into the crowd towards the woman. I tapped her shoulder.

"Hmm?" The woman mumbled.

"Can we dance instead?" I stuttered.

The woman, without speaking, began to dance freely, then beginning to waltz with me. A while after many shoe stomping, the girls ran off to the tavern. I, flustered and tired burst into the wooden tavern, We rushed and sat down at the bar. The men in the tavern stared. Niamh called over the waitress, She rushed over, wearing quite the outfit, and so much makeup. Everyone must've assumed she was a prostitute, most likely because she was.

"What would you two like?" The waitress asked, with a heavy British accent.

"A beer for me and her." The woman said, the waitress nodded, off to go serve others and retrieve the drinks. I turned prominently next to her, asking the woman;

"What's your name?"

"Niamh," She responded.

I thought for a moment, opening my mouth to say something, saying nothing, and turning back to see that we had been served. I grasped the beer mug, Niamh raised hers and we clicked the glasses, gulping the drink. I enjoyed the wheaty, fresh craft beer we had been served.

A while afterward...