Noel
I stood there, grinning like an i***t, my bikini-clad self basking in the wild energy around me. The music was loud, the bass thumping in my chest like a second heartbeat. I waved at a few familiar faces, their laughter and cheers egging me on. It felt so good to let loose for once, to be carefree and reckless without worrying about the consequences. Someone, a guy whose name I couldn’t even remember, offered his hand to help me up onto the table. I grabbed it, letting him hoist me up as I balanced carefully, my arms stretched out to steady myself.
“Here, Noel!” someone shouted, and I turned to see a hand thrusting a bottle of alcohol in my direction. Without thinking twice, I took it.
“Pour it on yourself!” another voice called out, and the crowd roared in approval. My pulse raced
