Inara was already swaying a bit, her third or fourth cup half-full of punch...she'd lost track somewhere along the way...in one hand. Very good punch! With a rather unexpected kick. The poor thing had no idea that she was blitzed out of her mind. She was sadly a lightweight when it came to hard alcohol.
A slow grin spread across her face as she heard the music in the air...she liked this song. It only took her a moment to locate the iPod docking stereo, and while it was admittedly primitive there was something to be said for large knobs that said "VOLUME" on them as far as ease of use went.
She turned it up far louder but not too deafeningly loud, and then she started to dance. Her dance, something like a combination of belly dancing, Chinese fan dancing and the arms-over-the-head swaying gyrations of every dancing drunk woman everywhere in the history of time was just a bit incongruous when done to "Sweet Home Alabama"...and yet it worked. Somehow.
And she was also perfectly content to dance alone...hopefully more people would join in, though.
[And as always, a drunk starts the dancing...]
A slow grin spread across her face as she heard the music in the air...she liked this song. It only took her a moment to locate the iPod docking stereo, and while it was admittedly primitive there was something to be said for large knobs that said "VOLUME" on them as far as ease of use went.
She turned it up far louder but not too deafeningly loud, and then she started to dance. Her dance, something like a combination of belly dancing, Chinese fan dancing and the arms-over-the-head swaying gyrations of every dancing drunk woman everywhere in the history of time was just a bit incongruous when done to "Sweet Home Alabama"...and yet it worked. Somehow.
And she was also perfectly content to dance alone...hopefully more people would join in, though.