Street lights fall on our faces, illuminating the smiles and excitement.
The night air fills with the sound of heels against concrete, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarettes lingers in the dark behind us.
In our hands we clutch bottles of booze, and the clink in time with our shoes.
The steps up to the door are wide slabs of glinting marble and we sit outside on the cold slabs to finish our open bottles and flick our dying cigarette butts away.
The music from inside is easily heard from the front of the house, and we sashay through the open door.
Laughter and greetings fill the air, barely audible over the bass.
Air kisses and warm hugs are exchanged before we shed our coats and open another bottle. Hours on the patio, dancing and drinking our time away.
Friday night turns to Saturday morning, and we're still going.
With missing clothing and new friends, we sing along badly to the music in between swigs of whiskey.
Sitting out under the stars, it's hard to imagine a better way to spend a night.
It's hard to imagine a better way to spend a life.
