"We should go to the corner!"
Marcellus suddenly shouted, his grin wide and cheeks glowing red from drink.
"The young generation should have our own party and drinks! Kehe!"
Before anyone could protest, he staggered forward and grabbed whoever was closest.
Cedric, Javier, Heres, Aelius, Athine, Lograc, Kivira, and Kezzoth. One by one, he hauled and pushed them along, not letting a single soul slip past his grip.
The group stumbled and shuffled until they were all gathered at one side of the grand hall, away from the elders' watchful gazes.
Marcellus raised his goblet high, wine sloshing over the rim.
"Tonight! We enjoy our youth! Woo!!"
They kept drinking, laughter and clinking glasses echoing in their corner.
Then the music shifted, strings and flutes weaving into a softer, flowing melody meant for the floor.
Javier's eyes followed the sound.
