any traces of the sun have long since been snuffed out by the horizon, and yet the party rages on. two glasses of champagne ago, she might have been able to discern the time. now, she finds herself not particularly caring to even make an attempt. knowing the time would only bring the night closer to an end, and she is not prepared for that.
in the corner of her eye, she sees a blaze of golden hair moving swiftly away from a sheep that had been carrying desserts. she had caught glimpses of him throughout the night, but always when she was in the middle of something, stressing over some small detail that could cause the entire celebration to go awry.
she makes a somewhat fuzzy mental note to inform him that it doesn’t count as stealing the desserts if they were free in the first place.
but that can wait, she thinks, swishing her skirts into the hand that is not clinging to a thin-stemmed glass, as she finds her way towards the thief, stopping him with a hand on his arm.
“...Did you intend to escape the night without stopping to say hello to me?”