Sharon and Mobius
"I'm not letting go of you. I've got my hooks in." Sharon actually flushed pink at the press of his lips to the back of her hand. She grinned brightly, drunkenly, and reached for her own water. She sipped. Why did the water on Asgardia taste so good? It was different from the water they had on Earth.
"Some air sounds lovely." They would have a chance to dance. Plenty of chances to dance. Besides, Sharon was a bit too tipsy to remember the moves. A waltz? Two-Step? Rumba? She knew that she could do these dances, but not when she was as drunk as she felt.
"Will you let me cling to you?" She asked, setting the water aside. "So I won't fall?"