up all night, like this, all night (Tag: Peter C.)

"Well with all of the stories you'd think you never come up for air." Her words held mo malice as she thought over his question. What did she want to do? She was honestly content with talking to Peter.

But she wanted to push the envelope. She wanted to try this just being and doing whatever thing. Glancing around she wondered what was the craziest thing she could do tonight and then worked her way down from that to find something reasonable. "I kind of want to go down there and dance. Maybe try whatever concoction they're passing around in that flask." Her words were low as if she was embarrassed to say them and she wasn't entirely sure that he could hear her but the words were out and she felt the excitement begin to build in her stomach.

Her hand held his a little tighter as they moved through the crowd and she laughed at his comment about the flask. "So it's safe to say it isn't pumpkin juice?" she said as they continued to move her question one that didn't need an answer.

She really liked this song. It was not slow and had a nice beat. It was something that had she been alone she may have been jumping around to. "Can you dance?" she asked as she squeezed past a dancing couple.

Pressing her lips together to try and keep a straight face, Sidney just nodded. "Don't get pouty when I show you up then." she said, the smile she was holding back spreading across her face as she began to move as well. She didn't think she was a bad dancer. She had some rhythm. Flicking her hair around she got into the song and thought that just being could be attainable for her after all.

"Yes pouty." Sidney said as they moved. "You make this face when you're losing or not doing well. Like this." She rearranged her features and settled into her best impression of Peter. She was sure it wasn't exact but pretty close in her opinion. Laughing again she fell back into the rythm of the song, her blonde ponytail flicking about as her bangs fell into her face.

Sidney laughed, her head thrown back at Peter's face. He looked ridiculous yet still undoubtedly cool. How did he do that? Giving him a thumbs up she nodded, "Just like that." Opening her mouth to make another quip she was nudged by a passing partygoer and tumbled forward onto her knees. The sting ran through her body but instead of tears, Sidney's residual laughter from Peter's antics surfaced and quickly escalated into a laugh where she was sure he would think she had lost her mind; something she already believed.

Laughing softly, Sidney took Peter's hand. "Well that was fun." she said with amused sarcasm. Wiping at her eyes and brushing off her skirt she then looked around. She was dancing but where was that flask? She should at least try it before she chickened out and called it a night. "Have you seen that flask in the past few minutes?" she called over the music.

She was incredibly nervous as she took the flask. She had drank before, at weddings and once with an older cousin, but she was no where near anything higher than desperate lightweight.

Wiping the mouth off on her shirt because Sidney is Sidney, she raised the flask to her lips and took a swig. It burned down her throat and filled her with an almost uncomfortable amount of warmth. With lips pursed and the back of her hand raised to her lips, she shook her head. Dropping her hand she looked at the flask, "Don't tell my Mum but that isn't pumpkin juice." Finishing by taking another drink before passing it to Peter with clenched eyes.