It was crowded. It was loud. It was stuffy and my eardrums were about to explode. I am not even talking about my spinning head that was almost making me throw up on the spot. But who cares, right? I don't. I laughed when everyone else laughed at some joke that someone said.
Was it really that funny?
I felt a tug on my hand and looked up to find some cute girl shyly smiling at me and indicating with her head to the dance-floor. I nodded, rolled out of the chair that was threatening to swallow me and wobbled after the girl.
I do not know how long I danced, if that can be even called dancing. I think I stepped on someone's feet a few times. I looked at the girl I was dancing with and frowned – wasn't she blonde and way shorter before? I shrugged and continued to sway with the beat.
The next thing I know I am tipping to the left, catch myself then wobble to the right and I am falling backwards. It was strange, as I was supposed to hit the floor but I didn't. Then I heard:
"Oy, brat, watch your step."