Dear Nala,
I went to Darnassus by myself that night. Cat-woman was no where to be found. Maybe shacking up with that healer lover of hers. She denies to death (knight) they're lovers, claims that that they're just "friends". Sure, friends with benefits. Oh what do I know, I haven't seen any lovins since I can't even remember! I still say, good for her...
Party in Darnassus was hot! These nelfs sure know how to dance and have fun. The pavillion in the middle of Darnassus was decked out something awesome! After a few potent mixtures of berry liquer in them fancy swirly nelf goblets, I was in the mood to groove.
My body just wanted to sway to the music. I wonder what was in that drink though? I felt too giddy and airy, brushing up against the other dancers gave me chills and made me giggle a lot. Then the gremlin DJ played a bad-ass beat music. I didn't care if I had no dancing partner. I rushed to the middle of the pavillion where all the shmexy nelfs and other races were bucking and grinding to the beat like they have ants all over them and trying to get rid of it by shaking their booties like crazy and rubbing up against their partners.
I was so in the zone, or I thought I was. The drink gave me courage to pull out my best macarena moves! Yeah baby, just watch this human. You've been served, Heeeey Macarena!
I don't know for how long I was dancing before I noticed that the music slowly faded then stopped. I turned my head to look around. OMG! The dance floor was empty. I fucking cleared the fucking dancefloor as if I had the fucking plague! I know i'm not a good dancer, but was I really that bad that I embarassed these pointy-eared bastards enough that they didn't want to be in the same dancefloor with me????
Head held high, chin up, I tried as elegant as I can to walk away and not run away and cry like a little girl. Pally's don't cry. They fight mean dragons and shit and stuff. They're the holy warriors of the gods.
When I was at the egde of the glade, close to the portal that would bring me to the Rutheran port village, I turned around to the nelfs who were still watching me leave, gave them my sweetest smile and extended the middle finger of both hands out to them.
With a flourish and gracious bow, I turned my back to them and headed towards the portal. Was that laughter I heard? Who fucking cares.
Signed,
-Mavrapia The Pally-
