Miss black dress refused to tell Hera her name, so they just rolled their eyes and smirked at her. “Okay, what should I call you for now, mysterious woman that can’t get her own punch” They asked with a smile caused by the amusement of teasing her back. Hopefully she wouldn’t get too upset because they could be in troubleeeeeeeeee. They didn’t care though, their confidence to a fault knew they’d figure out how to get her back.
Handing the drink to her, Hera felt an actual sort of magic to her touch, she looked up and their eye contact was so strong. It felt so easy with her. Something about her eyes felt right. They were brown, but piercing and they saw beyond their body and into her soul.
She pretended not to notice it when the girl broke the connection to drink from her not-too-filled cup. The girl winced a little bit at the drink, which, hera probably would too if it werent for her… past. Between being a poor orphan and a promiscous teen you could not fathom all of the nasty things they have put in their mouth, so they just chuckled at what she did. They didn’t get to comment anything on her nonverbal response to the drink because this new girl said it was… “definitely something” first, which made Hera smile. “It’s a drink alright.” She stated in agreement, taking her last few gulps before saying, “Leave the punch if you want to, I can tell you aren’t enjoying it alot.” She put the cup down, and before she could place her hand anywhere else, Hera took it, causing the girl’s eyes to dart over to them. “Dance with me?” They asked innocently.