How it's done where I'm from

[Indira Majid]

She hadn't been in the tavern for more than an hour and the place was already more alive than it had been when she first arrived. Upbeat music played loudly and many of the patrons had formed a large circle in the center of the bar, pushing aside tables and chairs to make more room. People were dancing all around, feet bouncing in rhythm with the music while on-lookers clapped along. There was cheering and laughter as nearly everyone seemed to be slipping further into a care-free, drunken state, Indira at the center of it all.

The foreign princess had immediately had a tall drink before requesting music with a bit more spunk. Then she'd grabbed the nearest willing person and begun dancing enthusiastically and it hadn't taken long before others joined in. Now in the midst of the makeshift dance floor, Indira laughed and danced, trading dance partners every few minutes. Her crew had warned her to keep a low profile in unknown lands, but everywhere she went, she was the life of the party; the center of attention even if that wasn't her intention.

Brunette waves bounced with each step, sticking to her face as she twirled to the next partner. The liveliness that now overtook the tavern was infectious that even those just arriving seemed eager to join in. But Indira was soon excusing herself to the bar, sides aching from laughter and breathing slow as she took deep breaths. A wide grin was spread across her face as dark brown eyes watched the on-going jubilee as she ordered another drink. Untucking her off-white shirt from the waistband of her dark-brown pants to wipe her brow, she realized she hadn't had this much fun in quite a while.