now with the music in full swing and several tequila shots too deep, andrés finds himself dancing on one of the dining tables in the dionysus house. even the table is sticky, resistance pulling at his boots as he moves to the music across the small space with a bottle in hand. he’s not alone, thankfully, he’s got amara with him, to whom he offers another shot straight from the bottle. the tiny crowd on the table pushes closer as another person joins them and andrés immediately tips the bottle in their direction without a proper look. “ welcome, welcom -- ” he trails off. @aylineu











