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The grand ballroom is dimly lit; hundreds of candles twinkle like stars in the night sky and reflect off the exquisite silver and black satin decor. The sound of music and laughter echoes throughout the room; the annual Lunar Ball is in full swing.

This is excellent wine.

I raise the elegant chalice to my lips and quickly swallow down the delicious faerie wine. The bubbly, iridescent wine glides down my throat, warming my body with its magical properties.

I'm feeling good.

The music ebbs and flows almost as if it were a living creature itself, and the couples dancing and twirling around on the black marble dance floor move with it in perfect unison. I stop to set the crystal goblet down on an empty banquet table and smile.

A few more glasses of that wine and I will really show them how to dance.

I roll my neck and begin to move once again.

Maybe some food... or more of that wine.

Some laughter from the dance floor catches my attention, and I turn to look to see what's so funny. I'm still walking and not paying attention to where my feet are taking me. I stumble slightly, maybe the effects of the wine or perhaps over some discarded personal article.

Whatever the case, I lumber forward and bump into you, spilling your drink all over the front of your clothing.

That was graceful.

"Ooof." I reach out to steady myself as I smile apologetically, "I'm sorry; I should have been paying attention." I grin and apologize sheepishly as I look around for something to help you clean up your spilled drink.