Girls in daisy dukes, skirts that just covered enough and tops that left nothing for the imagination. Cups and cigarette buds sprawled all over the carpet. No one was bothered by the smell of cigarette smoke in the air.
I stared at the scene with eyes unblinking and asking myself; what the hell I was doing here?
“By the look on your face it’s safe to say that this is your first party.” Duncan observed. Probably by just looking at my face one could see that I was uncomfortable. This was not my kind of scene at all. I just nodded unable to come up with words. “It’s not as bad as it looks.” He tried to assure me but I wasn’t buying it for one second.
“I agree.” Eliza replied. “High school parties were crazier. Imagine all those teenagers running high on lust, the adrenaline kicking at the
