Fun

Fun

‘Come on, it will be fun.’ He looks at you with pleading eyes, he really wants you to be there. There’s an uneasy feeling in your stomach, parties have neer been your scene. But that look in his eyes is hard to ignore. The base of the music hammers through the floor, vibrating up your bones. The lights and dim and everyone is committing one sin or another.

‘Here, try this.’ He hands you a glass, you swallow its contents and the room spins. He grasps your arms as your legs weaken considerably. ‘Let’s go have some fun.’