i <3 houseparties

u just had to be there!

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The streets were rain slick and sparkly from the uniform glow of the streetlights. The air was mostly crisp, save for the occasional second-hand inhalation of cigarette smoke. Goosebumps built along my exposed back and arms, my liquid jacket was futile in the face of real cold.

Despite it all there was a liquor induced smirk on my lips, that only grew once I turned the corner alongside the small group of scantily clad bodies, and entered the warmth that was only eight minutes from coburn street.

Blaring music and orange light, a kitchen island which was now transformed into a centre stage. Slightly sticky and laden with emptied bottles and orphaned concoctions of amber coloured liquid. This same island was surrounded with tightly packed bodies that all seemed to understand each other, we were all united under sound and heat and lyrics.

Each pair of eyes that met mine, whether it was a friend or stranger I couldn't help but smile. The feeling of my mouth stretching wide open, my cheeks rising, the joyous squint of my eyes. Like an additional surge of stimuli on top of all that was happening around me at whichever point in time.

Everything felt strangely immanent, my existence outside of this room , any responsibilities or upcoming deadlines I'd later answer to, I didn't think twice about, for the hours I spent there, I was simply there and having one of the best times I've had in a little while.

Now as I sit in my room, and glance at the bunny ears, folded by my speaker. I hope that the girl of that day still exists somewhere down the line, that the good times won't go to rest in the same way that I did in the early hours of the following day. Once I've left this town for good, I hope that life's responsibilities, no matter how great they will be one day,  won't bar me from enjoying myself in that same way I did on the 1st of November.

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something quick while I procrastinate, I hope you enjoyedd