Breaking "Bad"

T h r e e

[Edited]

~Hailey~

The best thing about university I'd learned was the partying.

Everyone who was anyone certainly knew how to pull them off, even though we attended a very strict institution and partying was prohinited. Nevertheless, the staff had long ago learned to turn a blind eye to the Friday night parties that were always held in the games room because it was easier for them. 

The room they were held in was ginormous, taking up the whole of the underground floor in the most prestigious dorm block, 'Wing B'. The ceilings were huge and soundproof and the sheer size of the room allowed a crowd of hundreds to fit in all at once, providing the perfect venue.

Each week there was a different theme -- the week prior had been a 'swinging sixties' theme where everyone had dressed up as someone from that era. This week the theme was simply 'disco' which meant glitter, sequins and anything shiny or florescent. At least that's how I'd interpreted it, and I

With my arms covered in orange and purple glow sticks and my body clad in a skimpy purple sequinned dress, I stumbled down the winding stairs through the double-door entrance, already half drunk. Layla was linking arms with me, wearing a matching orange sequined dress and the same coloured glow sticks strapped to her arms and wrists like cobras.

Her hair was slightly astray, blown about by the heavy wind as we'd practically run from her dorm singing god-knows-what.

Behind us, the rest of the girls were wearing even crazier short dresses which were eye-watering fluorescent colours, such as green and even yellow. All hair within the group was tied up with eccentric looking scrunchies -- our signature look for the night which 

Squinting my eyes at the grinding bodies as we fully stepped inside, I realised we may have gotten the dress code slightly wrong but I didn't really care. At least we stood out which was a good thing - we were the elite and were certainly meant to stand out from the rest.

"Let's par-tay!" I shrieked.

The room itself was rectangular in shape, with freshly painted white walls and ceilings, and marble cream-coloured floors, meaning the whole thing had a modern club look going for it.

There were also two floors. The top floor, which we were stood on, stretched across the right hand side of the room ahead of me, for at least twenty metres. It overlooked the floor below it and had a waist-high glass barrier to stop people from falling around the edge. 

Looking over the glass barrier, I craned my neck. Across to the far left of the room the modern bar and very tall DJ stand - both made of a light sort of wood - stood in full action. The lights overhead flashed in sync with the twisting fairy lights, lighting up the makeshift 'dance floor' on the floor below.

Cool.

I'd guessed all furniture, including the vending machines, white leather sofas and pool tables had been stylishly arranged directly below me on the bottom floor (as they always were), to maximise the dancing space. 

All too soon another, livelier track played and the room became much dimmer to the point of near darkness.

"Can you see Scott anywhere?" I yelled at Layla who was watching the people below with a goofy expression on her face. Her body was almost crushed against me. When she didn't reply I jolted her, causing her heard to snap up.