42. Out of her comfort zone.

Deangelo.

Luca had to drag me down with him to this party because in his words, “you need to get out more and have fun. Staying so focused on making the plans and working will do more harm than good, that is why you are literally always cranky.”

I set my fizzing glass on the table as I try to contribute to whatever it is that the men around me was talking about. The dance floor glowed as red and green laser beams shot out from the rotating lights in the ceiling. It was a luxurious party yet it was packed with people dancing and jumping to the DJ’s throbbing music. The floor pulsed beneath my feet, and the heat radiating from the mass was inescapable. My eyes roved over the tightly packed crowd. They reminded me of penguins huddled in the cold— on crack.

Another chick, the fourth if I am accurate walks up to me confidently and after the briefest of hesitations, she came to perch on the corner of the sofa right where I sat on, ankles crossed, hands proceeding to roam about my body. I sh