CATNIP KARTH. (stoutheart) wrote in emillion, |
That was— oh, Faram. Rather than laughing as anyone else might've, Cressida nearly dropped her drink, moving to meet Merri halfway. She hadn't considered the floors were slippery, but if so, they would be a hazard for her heels, especially with a drink in hand. What if she slipped on the way over to him, despite not being drunk?
Fortunately, she kept on her feet as they reached each other, concern written into her face. "Hey, I'm good, are you okay?" she breathed, looking him over as if expecting some grievous injury from a dance floor tumble.