10:00pm
OzDust Ballrom
Fiyero Tiggular had never been happier. Elphaba—the green goddess of his heart—was letting him hold her. Never mind that she was drunk. He leaned in and pressed his lips against hers and felt her respond with the same fire he felt. Sweet Oz, there was nothing better than this. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair, dropping Galinda's hairpins on the floor. Elphaba slipped into his lap—had he pulled her there? Had she crawled there? He didn't know or care. This was going much better than he'd expected. Three days of thinking—worrying that she would just slap him and send him back to Galinda—and this was how she responded?
Elphaba was, in a word, shocked. Fiyero was kissing her like he wanted her. She wondered how many drinks he'd had, and then decided she didn't care. Just for this moment, if he wanted her, she would accept that and consequences be damned. Elphaba crawled into his lap and snuggled against him. She wasn't sure what made her so bold, but it felt wonderful.
Galinda found she was actually enjoying Boq's company. Who knew that half a million tumblers of—what was she drinking, anyway? She couldn't remember—anyway, half a million tumblers of alcohol could make the Munchkin pleasant.
Boq was in heaven. Miss Galinda was sitting with him, laughing with him—she had even let him kiss her once. There was only one way this night could get better, and Boq wasn't daring to hope yet.
Avaric glanced toward Fiyero and saw that the artichoke was cuddled in his lap, kissing the prince. Av promptly passed out—whether from the great number of drinks he'd consumed or from the shock of Fiyero and Elphaba kissing, no one would ever know. Avaric himself never remembered much about that night.
AN: I apologize for the short chapters. They really are writing themselves. I don't get much say.