Denisa & Tom
Champagne. Denisa had never had champagne before. After two glasses, she decided that she was rather fond of this champagne. The bubbles and the buzz that came with it. It was nice. Fun. And it made her feel rich and fancy. The former being something that was somewhat true now that this highly successful week was over. She may have spent a chunk of her savings on the new pair of shoes for Graham, but that once missing chunk had been replenished and then some.
Overflowing with joy and excitement (and booze because she had been stealing sips from practically everyone's drinks), Denisa had literally danced to her heart's content. Mostly with her sister, one with her brother and a few with the handful of men that had asked.
She had told herself that she'd save a dance for Tom though, earlier in the night, when the announcement had first been made. For throwing this wonderful party and allowing everyone the opportunity to enjoy themselves for a night. To unwind. Surprisingly, the now drunk brunette had manage to remember all of that despite the copious amount of booze that flowed through her system.
Hunting the older man down had been a bit difficult, but she had him in her sights now. "Tom," she called out, maybe a little louder than she should have, but she was drunk, okay? She couldn't really help that. "Dance with me!" Her accent was heavy now. She couldn't really help that either. It was the alcohol's fault. Skipping over towards him, cheeks rosy with warmth, she reached out for his hands. Before he could protest, she was already leading him into the next dance. She wasn't taking no for an answer.