I sat down, among the buzzing of people, on a stained, brown leather sofa that creaked as I sunk into it. I never really was a party girl. Coke, weed, pills, I had done it all, but there was nothing I enjoyed enough to do more than once. Alcohol was my go to. Helped me open up, socialise, whatever.
The room was full of people around my age, late teens to early 20s, moving in unison to the drum and bass pulsing in the background. As I sat sipping a vodka and coke, I felt a tap on my shoulder.
I turned to see a girl, slightly taller than me, pink and black bob and eyeliner that put Amy Winehouse to shame. "Have we met before?" She shouted, cutting through the deafening music.
"No... I don't think so," I shouted back, "But then again, I don't usually remember my nights out."
She smiled awkwardly in reply. "You seem bored," she nodded towards the backdoor, "join me outside?" I nodded. I didn't have much else to do, neither did I know any of the drugged out people surrounding me.
The girl pulled me up with her pale hand and dragged me through the crowd to the back garden of the house. "Fucking hell, it's loud in there. Want a smoke?" I nodded as she lit up her joint and took a puff before handing it to me.
The garden was much more peaceful, a few groups of people stood around smoking or sitting in the grass, nodding along to the music faintly playing from the inside of the house. I took a puff and breathed in deeply as the smoke filled my lungs. I watched the girl as I handed it back to her, her face lit by the moonlight.
I could see her better now. Looking up from her black dress to the piercings on her face I realised - she was quite a pretty girl. It was either her smooth, pale face or the lack of oxygen in my brain, but I started to feel giddy. Her eyes met mine. Dark brown, but shiny. Long spidery lashes. She blew her smoke into my face.