In the middle of their dance, Sophia grabbed Stryker by the hand and dragged him into Anuion and Lyra's conga line. She was giggling frantically, and Stryker looked a bit frightened, but there was no way she was going to miss a good conga.
Pretty soon Stryker started laughing too, even though the dancing was bad and the music was life-threatening. She called out to him over the noise, "You're not so bad at this!"
He answered her, "You're not too bad yourself!" Before long though, she had to pull out of the line, it had been a long night and not nearly enough sleep. Still, she was having fun.
"Care for a drink?" she asked Stryker.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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