"Thank you, cheers!" Her voice trembled slightly as she raised her glass and drained it in one gulp, her cheeks burning hot.
Fortunately, the dim lighting in the bar made the embarrassment more bearable.
Owl Eagle sipped his cocktail, silent, his dark eyes fixed on the distance. He had seen Tara Summer's actions but pretended not to notice, to avoid making everyone uncomfortable.
The atmosphere between the three of them suddenly became a bit weird. Tara Summer knew she probably shouldn't have said what she did earlier, so she attempted to change the subject, "Emily, why don't we go dance?"
Glancing at the frenzied figures on the dance floor, Tara Summer suddenly felt like dancing.
"Let's go." Emily Stone was wondering how to leave, and Tara Summer's suggestion was just what she needed.
The two women promptly stood up, and Tara Summer asked Owl Eagle if he was coming along. He shook his head, and with that, the two women walked onto the dance floor...
