Myra walked into the chaos that was the party.
She immediately got a whiff of the flavored vapor that thickened the air. She turned her neck to see a group of college students smoking on a lounge chair, passing a hookah around and laughing happily.
She turned to glance at Greg, who had mingled with a group of girls who were having a drinking contest, but he was still alert to her because he turned to her, and blinked slowly.
She gave a discreet nod, and walked off with Atlas to a quiet area. As quiet as anywhere could be in this chaos anyway.
She took a seat beside him, and watched the people dancing in the middle of the lounge as big as a tennis court, students, and others she suspected were hired dancers.
“You like the party?” Altas smiled at her.
“You all know how to have fun,”
