TANGO III.IV

A midsummer night. The bower in full bloom, large wooden tables, liquor, and music. Whispers all around you, the party is merry. The soft music in the background gets gradually louder. A crescendo. A glass. Another glass. A crescendo. Deafening summons. The air gets even hotter. You are aware it will hurt you. Yet you can't resist. You stand up and head towards the dance floor as her face lights up with a smile that brightens the night.