The rustling under the table helped Seras understood why June’s voice sounded distant. Then the table bucked towards her, and she imagined June’s back scraping against the table’s underside. With her fingertips still on the plastic cup of mead, she felt it hop. She tried to snatch the cup, but missed, spilling it instead.
Seras gasped sharply, her hand cold and sleeve soaked with mead as the cup careened from her grasp. Refreshing amber nectar splashed across the table, sluicing across the lip.
Seras gasped sharply, her hand cold and sleeve soaked with mead as the cup careened from her grasp. Refreshing amber nectar splashed across the table, sluicing across the lip.