Delirious Dancing

The raid was a success! Ollie was high on victory all the way home! Elated and sore, his muscles ached and his head delightfully light! He dashed back into the Col saying a delirious good night to his brother at the treehouse and practically twirling in tight circles on his way toward the clinic.

“Vesper!” He called out, she really needed her own bed somewhere, but in the clinic, he could keep better tabs on her. “Vesper we won!” He had pulled a bottle of honey mead from the storeroom to celebrate. “I won both my battles! Last time I got trumped on my second opponent and Wyl won both of his but it was my turn this time! He won one and I won both!” He was elated and practically dancing through the clinic. Fluidly shrugging off his polar bear armor and placing it on the hook by the door.

The whites of his eyes and the rapid way he was breathing were all signs he was holding himself together like a paper mache ball in the rain. About to collapse. With trembling paws, he wrestled with the bottle.

“C'mon wanna try a sip with me?” He asked a little too loud as if he already had a few sips.


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