Prompt: Write a story from the land of Bism, the land below the earth, where jewels are alive.
Golg sighed happily as he took another sip of diamond drink. The lovely gentle tingling as he swallowed mixed with such a delicate, sweet flavor was one he hadn't tasted in decades. How he had missed it!
He finished it quickly and passed the glass back to Kolgrev, the gnome behind the counter. "Can I have a fresh ruby, please?" he asked.
Kolgrev nodded and, whistling a cheery tune, grabbed three rubies out of the basket. He set them in the squeezing machine, pulled the lever, and the liquid poured out into the glass.
"Here you are," Kolgrev said, handing the glass to Golg. "Enjoy."
The ruby juice tasted even better than Golg remembered. It was fresh, with a slight tart edge that was offset by a sweet taste. There was nothing more delicious, he decided.
Across the bar, a gnome, who had perhaps had a bit too much fermented sapphire, sprang up and, belting out a song, began doing a jig in the middle of the floor. It was impossible to resist and before half a minute had passed nearly the whole bar was arm in arm, dancing and singing.
Golg grinned eagerly and drained the rest of his glass, then ran to join in. As he linked arms with them, joining the circle and lending his voice to the song, he wished this night wouldn't end. This was what he loved and where he loved to be. Back in his land, united with his countrymen.