There was a beat pulsing through the house, and everything within moved to the same, continuous rhythm. The lights had been dimmed, but bright flashes of light danced across the walls. The small living room was packed; fifty people in a space that ought to only occupy three, five at the most. Bodies were pressed up against each other, trying to shuffle elusively in their limited space, not noticing when toes were trodden on, nor when drinks toppled out of glasses, splashing downs backs and onto the carpet. Not everyone danced, but most stood. Few had secured seats on the couches that had been pushed up against the walls; entangled couples and awkward individuals.
The music swelled to a climax and several people whooped while someone ran forward to the stereo to select the next track. Slowly the crowd dispersed, trailing off to the kitchen or the bathroom. Others struggled to find seats, merely lent against the walls or the stairs while others slipped out the back door.
One of these people was a pretty girl with long blonde hair who, once in the freshness of the night air, slumped over the veranda railing and looked up at the starry sky. She signed heavily.
“It’s like a painting, isn’t it” said a voice behind her. She turned to see a young man sitting alone on the steps whom she hadn’t noticed before. She smiled nervously and tucked a strand of hair out of her eyes.
“Yeah, I guess” she replied, trying to straighten her skirt without him noticing, as he starred longingly up at the inky sky.
There was a silence between them, although the music began to play again. She began to notice that she was nervous, her foot twitched slightly in its heel. But he wouldn’t have been able to see he was still looking upwards.
“Cameron” He said, stretching out his hand across the railing that divided them.
“Chloe” she said shanking his hand, all her nerves gone.
He smiled. “Can I get you a drink?”
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