Young and crazy

Late night parties bored Daniel. Not because he couldn’t socialise but because such parties seldom ended well.

The interns at work had invited him to a New Year’s Eve party once, and as they entered what appeared a refurbished garage, Daniel had groaned to himself. Disco lights had lined the ceiling, reflecting off the beer bottles in dancers’s hands.

Everything that night had spelled extravagant vanity — copious wine and cheese, barrels of beer, piles of nachos, grilled meat, biscuits and cakes — all shrouded beneath a layer of cigar smoke.

He’d left without a goodbye. He was no longer forever 21 material.

A repost from The Chaos Within.