The theme this year is probably "we tried sophisticated, but someone brought glitter." Decoration is very simple but then there's glitter everywhere, reflecting the lights and glazing the walls and ceiling. Even from outside they can hear the music bursting loud. "Here we go." Zelda hugs Sabrina one last time, opening the door and entering. They all turn around. Every singe one of the men in the big hall turn and stare. Sabrina had already left, giggling with her two best friends, Zelda noticed Harvey staring at her, smirking. The older witched both Step to the back, placing their bowl of punch down. "I hope it's not spiced." The dark voice sents shivers down Zeldas bare back. "Of cause not." She turns around. Miss Wardwell stands before her, for her taste way to close. Her dress is black, with a low neckline, a sliver chain dripping down her neck into the dress vanishing in the unseeable dark. Noticing what she's doing Zelda rips her eyes away looking into her eyes. "Hello Zelda. You look exquisite. Will you dance with me?" Mary smirks, noticing the colour that remark has brought to Zeldas cheeks. "No, Thank you, I'll have to watch the food." Zelda sheepishly brushing back a lock of her soft hair. "I'll ward the punch, Zelda." Hilda strokes her back, pushing her slightly towards the dark witch. "Off you go have some fun."
The music is loud, fast and Zelda does NOT dance to loud music. Never. She would not even know how to do that kind of dancing, so with a little flick of her hand she changes it to some light swing. And before she knows what's going on they are swaying on the dance floor. "You haven't lost it, have you?" Mary holds her, leading. The younger kids start to try to waltz with the music, it Zelda does not notice that. The only thing that's important now is Mary's hand on her bare back, holding her tightly, dipping down every few minutes only to slide back up. "I've heard that you are a good dancer." They talk quietly while dancing, not breaking eye contact. The other parents join in, some showing their kids how to move. "I've been to a few dances over the last 200 years, but it's been a while." She chuckles. Mary twirls her around like a twenty year old man, and it feels so good. So good it can't be true. But the hand on her back sits firmly in place and her own hand is stroking the other woman's shoulder, so it has to be true. The music changes again and they break apart. "Do you want a drink?" Zelda nods, taking a deep breath in. "I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm doing this again.", she thinks.
Taking the plastic cup, she nips at her own drink, tasting the spices and...alcohol. But before she can say anything Hilda winks at her. "Let them have a little fun too." She mouths across the room. The booze is strong and mixes well with her adrenaline. "So, who told you I'm a good dancer.", they walk back to the dance floor. "A man I've known for a few years. You broke his heart in the 1930s. I don't remember his name though. I've had to kill him shortly after." "How tragic." They start dancing again. Grooving to the music in their own beat. "So much for I don't dance to loud music." The thought crosses Zeldas mind but her body is intoxicated by the alcohol and her heart is drumming in the same fast beat, as they dance closer and closer each song. Mary's hips sway so softly and she pulls her closer with her hands, her body yearning for so much more than she can get. The music pulling her in, they're body's touch, Mary's hands on her waist and she feels so good. It's too much for her. "I can't I'm sorry I can't do this." She stutters, leaving for the bathroom. Splashing cold water over her face she looks at herself in the mirror. "I'm gay." It's out. Not said yet with words, but in her mind, undeniable. The music is still loud in here and her ears ring. The effects of the alcohol wear off, leaving her feeling soft and vulnerable. "Are you okay?" Hilda appears behind her. "I saw you leaving in a rush." She hugs her back. "Hilda." Her eyes water, she looks up, it wanting to cry right now. "I felt something." The tears now falling without her consent. "I know, oh honey I know." Hilda holds her, strokes her, then wipes of her tears. "Don't be scared. It's alright. Now go. Get her. What could go wrong, Zelda?"
She grabs her wrist, pulling her out in the dark hallway. "Zelda..." Mary collects herself, brushing over her dress. Then they clash together. Mary's lips meet hers, they are soft and warm and she melts right into them. It's not a light kiss, not an innocent one. The heat starts to take over after a few moments, their movement getting faster. Mary pushes her against the lockers, pinning her with a surprising amount of strength. "I fucking wanted to do this for days now." She looks up at the taller woman, desire in her eyes, kissing the long pale neck. And again Zelda is overwhelmed by all this feeling. "I." Mary bites down. It hurts. And then a wave of desire washes away the feeling of pain, leaving her helpless, forcing their hips even closer. Wetness spreads between her legs, a result of Mary licking her way up to her ear. "I." Zelda collects herself with all her strength. "I think we should stop." Mary pulls away. "Alright.", she purrs. "Have a good night." And with that she leaves Zelda standing against the cold locker, panting heavily, marks of lipstick on her skin. Rubbing it of is a difficult task, but she manages, eventually. For the rest of the evening she stands behind the table, handing out food and drinks like all the other parents, but with every move she feels the arousal, remembering her what she did, and what she'll have to do, once she gets back.
"I'm actually kind of drunk." Sabrina hugs her arm, smiling. "I think someone put alcohol in the punch." They get back late at night. "How was your night aunties?"
"Actually quite nice." Hilda starts telling Sabrina about that nice guy who asked her to dance 6 times. "I'm heading for a shower." She walks up the stairs, listening to the laughter downstairs.