One song after the other they kept dancing, flirting and laughing. Every time a song ended, Aron replaced the previous record with a new one and returned to dance with Rhea. As they stopped to catch a little breath, Rhea made some hot chocolate to sip on.
When she saw Aron spike his mug of hot chocolate with some bourbon, Rhea extended her cup too. Aron looked at her curiously, since she never takes alcohol; and Rhea rolled her eyes.
“If we’re going to dance all night then I might as well get into the spirit!” she said.
“Did I just hear you use a pun?” Aron jibed at her as he poured her a restrained portion, remembering that she had once said she had a low tolerance for alcohol.
When he was about to raise the bottle from the mouth of the mug though, with a finger on the mouth of th
