All She Wants To Do Is Dance (Kallisti)

[Seven]

Seven easily adjusted to accommodate Elyse’s weight on his lap. He could sense her muscular frame as a sort of power that she held back. Her restraint felt almost as if she might be capable of hurting him, and he found the raw energy within her fascinating. It was her eyes that he deeply stared into. His own were a light blue, a favorite color of his, soothing and endless.

“This is your first night?” He guffaw’d in disbelief. ”If that is so, then hand me that drink and take one for yourself.” He pointed to the drinks on the table, a sly smile promising something fun, but didn't want her to leave the comfortable, intimate seat.

Once they both had their shots of vodka, he began to sing a snapsvisa, a short drinking song. It was upbeat and his voice was bubbly and melodic. Even as his accented tongue rolled over the Swedish words, there was no need to translate. As soon as it rolled to a cute end, he raised the glass to clink against hers and down it in one jolly swallow. It ended with a grand finale.

“Helan går

Sjung hopp faderallan lallan lej

Helan går

Sjung hopp faderallan lej

Och den som inte helan tar
Han heller inte halvan får

Helan går”


They drank.


“Sjung hopp faderallan lej”