Navigating darkness is a necessary in a 'party' skill. Semi phosphorescence filled with people who seem to 'know' each other. Skeletal fashion wonton wrapped creatures swaying decidedly little to the thump-bump-bang-thwang emanating from the cochlea killing boom boxen. The faithful at the bar is trying to grow a mullet (no... Really!). Wedge heels and pencils, stilettos and flip-flops alike sway and wave green pints. Short rolled up sleeves hold biceps nurtured with great effort and much chemical... And the odd happy plump. In tights.
The alcohol really helps ... Soon the music is swaying to the head. Happy people make an awesome sight. Of entertainment and of amusement to the red balloons punctuating in the darkness. DSLRs twinkle many in the nightscape... Orange biriyani punctuated with kheemaed proteins of forgotten provenance and red wine... Jostling and losing to the Bacardis and Teachers. Still can discern that the rancid walnut on the cake... More alcohol ... Perhaps...
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