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[indent][color=darkgray][color=bd1664]"I mean… technically we [i]are[/i] pagan. But no. No cults,"[/color]

[color=04ed42][i]Thank God… or, well, gods?[/i][/color] Nate was exceptionally relieved to learn that he was not, in fact, in a cult. It’s not like this beautiful woman who clearly had some authority over the camp would lie to him about something like that. She was far too charming for that. Before he knew it, though, Andy’s demeanor shifted as she seemed to process what Nate’s situation was. He hadn’t quite noticed the fact that he was barely swaying. Her slowed pace revealed that he had slowed his own movements. He had killed the mood quite a bit, which was not the kind of reputation he wanted to muster.

[color=bd1664]"You weren’t told anything before you came here… Were you?"[/color]

That question cut deep to Nate’s core, and his smile faltered. He had plenty of questions, and even more questions about what to even ask. The mere fact that any of this was actually [i]real[/i] was already world-shattering. She seemed to almost be inviting questions, willing to provide him with clarification and answers. Andy seemed to be pretty familiar with the place. It would be easy to sit down and hash everything out.

But as Nate’s gaze turned back towards the other dancers and the people at the bar, his smile returned. [color=04ed42]”No, I wasn’t.”[/color] A deep chuckle filled the brief pause as Nate shook his head. [color=04ed42]”But it’s New Years Eve, and the last thing I think either of us want is to sit down and go over all this stuff.”[/color] He began to sway a little again as his mood began to brighten, finding the rhythm of the song quickly. His words were filled with levity once again, a strange sense of safety washing over him. He was where he belonged… or perhaps where someone else wanted him to be. Best not to dwell on that further. No, he had better things to worry about. [color=04ed42]”See, I’ve already got a pretty full itinerary. I’m going to dance my ass off with some fine company, maybe do some shots, try to awkwardly make out with someone I don’t know, and end up passed out in a bush. And I would hate to cancel those plans, you know?”[/color] He let out a breathless laugh as he finished detailing his plans, almost as if he knew how the night would end. Or, more worryingly, that this is how nights like this usually ended for him. If it was the latter, he seemed unbothered by such a fate.

While Nate got back into dancing, he extended a hand out towards Andy. He didn’t bother with a dorky move this time, as the odds were it wouldn’t land as well a second time. He bore an honest, toothy grin. [color=04ed42]”So before I go down a few sickeningly sweet cocktails… would you like to dance a bit longer?”[/color]
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