~LAYLA~
The next couple of hours are a mad flashing blur of loud, blood-pumping music, overflowing drinks, and a crazy combination of grooving and occasionally pausing to check if I can still walk and hear properly.
Scratch that. I am having the f*****g best experience of my life right now.
The wild energy of this party is mad, and the dance floor is a happy mess of reckless dancers and bodies pressed together, with the various scents of perfumes and alcohol thick in the air. I also love how the neon lights swirl and change colors every now and then.
In fact, I am loving everything about this party.
Brie, Zuby, and I leave the dance floor every once in a while to grab more drinks for ourselves. The drinks are strong, fruity concoctions that burn just right. Brie called them tequilas,
