They each held a glass of wine in their respective hands. His was a Merlot, Hers a Chardonnay. They were each well dressed, He: a white button up shirt with a thin black tie, her a fine black dress with discrete blue polka dots and black heels. It was an outdoor winery in Northern California, the grounds were full of well dressed people milling around stiffly.
She, her name was Christine, turned to him and said, "This is all a bit dull, isn't it?" she raised one eyebrow expectantly.
He, his name was David, nodded and said, "Yes why don't we blow this popsicle stand?"
They clinked their glasses together, downed what was left and started to head out. As they meandered through the crowd, like lions among gazelles, She pocketed as many tapas wrapped in napkins as She could while He grabbed 2 more glasses of wine for them.
"Tiny Ham and Mustard sandwiches?" She asked.
"Ohh, yes! as many as you can carry!" He replied.
After downing the wine and with pocketed snacks stowed, they ran hand-in-hand down the sloping hills that surrounded the winery. Eventually they collapsed upon each other laughing, panting, out of breath.
"Y'know, what's the point of these things? So many people come, yet no one looks like they're having any fun!" She exclaimed.
He laughed, "Well, maybe they don't know how to have fun, so they pretend as best they can?"
They both laughed, and rolled across the lawn, having the time of their lives.
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