I begin pouring the wine, slowly and carefully
I pause briefly twice, and look at the expression on your face to confirm that you are prepared for the consequences.
deep breath... I look up at the ceiling as if praying that we will get out of this situation alive.
A drop of wine misses the glass and plops onto the floor.
*hiss*... and the drop sizzles into a trickle of smoke.
We look at each other, and I hesitate to pour more, but see that the expression on your face shows little concern for the true meaning of the red wine.
I fill the glass to the brim, and as you look up at me, the wine flickers for a brief moment with the color of shiny green. You obviously did not notice but I am too nervous to say anything for the thought of you blowing up at me conjures a more immediate fright to my imagination.
"Well then," you say in a content and somewhat irritated tone, "let's raise a glass to our lives. That we shall prosper and live for the rest of eternity."
I laugh nervously, and stumble slightly as I back away from you.
As I trip, the bottle tips and a tumble of wine cascades onto the floor causing a sever sizzle, and a gush of smoke that lasts for a brief enough time to make out the shape of a crest. Diffusion...
You say to me: