Sweaty bodies.
Heavy Laughing.
Weighing music.
beating hearts.
It's all forgotten. Everything is a blur. Problems suddenly aren't apparent. Years of living are all minimalized to one night, and one night only.
The idiots are off to the side trying to get a ball into a red cup of beer.
There's the timid ones that stand next to the walls. A cup in hand, face full of terror, yet full of determination. As they shuffle side to side off beat from the roaring music that blasts all around.
The ones that are here to make an impression. To leave with a name, a new reputation. Whatever that might is, they want it. And they will get it, no matter how many chug sessions they must go through, or how many times he has to throw up in the toilet, or in a chick's lap.
The man who sits down onto the one couch in the whole house. Spreading his legs, and having a chick sit on each knee obediently, yet doesn't have to balls to fuck either of them.
The man who doesn't even try, yet he's already getting a blowjob off to the side of the stairs, where many watch, and join the fun of wonking themselves to the sound of the girls sucking.
The ones who are innocent, and wander around aimlessly for some sort of light to the whole situation.
the ones that are here for love, and love alone. Dancing alone to the slow song while watching the love of their life hold onto the hips of another, and slowly sway them. Making them yearn for want to be in place of that specific person.
The one who hosts the part, running around and yelling demands to not throw things, to not make too much noise. Though it's rather obvious none of it is going to be stopped.
It's all one mash.
It's all one soul.
displaying the various feelings, and actions that most probably wouldn't suggest doing on a normal day.
though when the lights turn off, and the flashing starts.
rest assure, you will see tops fly across the room.
The sound of men hollering to the passing ladies or men.
the sound of loves night making it's way past you as you drink yourself to a point of retardation.
And who knows. For the next day, it wont matter will it?
Atleast, not until you wake up to the person you weren't expecting, head pounding, and nauseatingly disgusting to the human eye.
Tis a party?
or
A way to forget?
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