Night was surprised by the volume of the place even before stepping inside. Kee usually took him to quiet, intimate pubs, but this was certainly not one of those.

They would not be talking, not over the music, nor the singing, nor the joyous cries of those already moved on to dancing.

But they did not need to talk, not when the food was good and the music after even better. Night had never danced like he found himself dancing...

He gorged himself not on the food and drink but on the music, the joy, the movement-

-and Kee, of course, too.

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