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Evalynn grinned broadly when Eldwic suggested they learn to make mead themselves. That was a great idea! They could have mead any time they wanted it if they learned to make it. She could keep the house stocked and they wouldn't have to buy another cup from the tavern ever again. “That's brilliant Eldwic! Perhaps we can stop by the alchemist next time we come to town and ask him what the best process to make mead would be.” She nodded enthusiastically, practically bouncing in her seat at the thought. 

Her smile faded from her face as he rationalized the two of them running off together. A frown formed on her face as she stared at him with annoyed eyes. Sometimes Eldwic really got too deep into an idea and killed the mood. She wasn't really thinking too hard about running away. It was just an idea that popped into her head, and ever the impulsive chatter, she spoke it out loud. However, when he said he would sooner sell his teeth over her hair, her smile returned. She leaned toward him, twirling a lock of hair around a finger as she spoke softly. “Oh, you like my hair, huh?” She giggled as she held some of her hair out in front of her. “It's soft too. I use oils to make sure it's nice and shiny whenever I wash it.” She laughed lightly as she fell back into her chair, grabbing her mug of mead up as she did so. She took a nice gulp of it just as the barb began a fast song. 

She practically leapt out of her chair as the music picked up and the patrons gathered in the middle of the tavern to dance. “Oh! I love this song!” However, before she could invite Eldwic to come dance with her, he already declined. She frowned at him from the other side of the table, the heat of the mead bringing a flush to her cheeks. “You're not fun Wic!” but she stood up either way, chugging the last of her mead before she slammed the cup down on the table once more. “Fine, I'll find someone else to dance with me! You just watch.” She turned from the table to peer out at the dancing folks, almost all of them paired up and spinning around each other. 

Her brown eyes scanned the area until they fell on a rather large man just across the dancing group. His eyes locked on hers and he grinned. It looked like he had almost all his teeth and his beard was nice and trimmed. She shrugged before she flashed him a smile, turning to look back at Eldwic. “You're missing out,” she said as the man made his way across the tavern, pausing just in front of her and offering his hand to her. She gently placed her hand in his, giving a low curtsy before she turned to flick Wic on the forehead, sticking her tongue out at him in a playful manner as the man pulled her out into the dancing crowd. 

She paused a moment to order another mug of mead from the waitress before the man planting his large hand on her hip and the two went spinning around in the crowd. In truth, Evalynn would have rathered to be out dancing with Eldwic but she knew how stubborn he could be sometimes and she was just a little too tipsy to try and fight him over it. This man wasn't too bad of a dancer and he caught her each time she stumbled over her own feet, laughing alongside with her as she fumbled to keep her balance in the fast pace. 

The waitress walked over to the table a placed a fresh mug of mead on the table as the song finally came to a stop. Evalynn was breathing heavy and laughing happily as she tried to still her racing heart. The man pulled her close to him, close enough she could smell the mead on his breath. “You're an amazing dancer,” he laughed as Evalynn giggled at the compliment. 

“Are you kidding? I was terrible but it was fun.” She smiled at the man but then he leaned him for a kiss. Evalynn threw her hand up, planting it directly on his face in rejection. “Woah,” she said with an uncomfortable chuckle, pulling back away from his face, “I don't want you to get any kind of ideas. This was fun but,” his grip on her hips tightened as he pulled away from her hand, his face red with rage. Her words cut off in her throat as she realized she may have just picked the wrong partner. He reached up to grab her wrist before leaning in for another kiss, the smell of his breath almost making her gag. The mixture of the mead and fish stew left quite a rancid smell to his breath. She leaned away from him as best she could with one hand gripping firmly to her hip and the other holding tightly to her wrist, so tight in fact, it rather hurt whenever she went to pull from his grip. “Let go,” she said as she avoided his rancid kiss, the man's lips planting on her jawline instead of her lips.

Her eyes scanned the crowd as she looked around for Eldwic. This drunkard was just not taking no for an answer and she wanted out of this situation as quickly as possible. Eventually her eyes fell on Eldwic and she shot him a pleading look. "Save me please," it begged as the man continued to kiss along her jaw and the curve of her neck. A look of disgust was planted on her face as she struggled against his strong grip. This man was so disgusting!
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