Nine
Ivy
I usually passed on partying at Rainbow Central when Jenna asked, but I wanted to make an effort getting to know my new housemate.
The music was audible from out on the street and a cluster of people had gathered on the sidewalk. Giggling, chatting, dancing. The familiar smell of alcohol, mixed perfume, and cigarette smoke greeted us when we walked into the bar. By day, it was such a cosy and intimate place but by night, they really pulled out all the stops. The disco lights flashing through the place brought moments of connection in the otherwise unrecognisable mass of people and illuminated the bar where two servers were diligently working. Frances and the girls from her party were immediately recognised upon entry and greeted what felt like at least twenty of thirty people u
