The Last Non-Sucky Monday Party
To say the Bronze was packed was a complete understatement. Sure it had seen it's share of booming business over the long summer months as teenagers and young adults from all over Sunnydale escaped there from the evil clutches of their parents or summer jobs, but tonight there was a huge party for a very good cause.
It was the annual, The Last Non-Sucky Monday Party.
In just one week, classes would be starting up again at Sunnydale High and University of Sunnydale and the masses currently dancing and frolicking under the flickering strobe lights of the dance club, to the beats pounded out through speakers by the DJs would be forced back within their hallowed walls. Nights would be filled with homework and study sessions, instead of partying and hanging out with friends. But tonight, tonight was not a night to think of such things. It was a night of distractions. The drinks, alcohol and non, flowed at half price, the tables were covered in food provided thanks to a slightly steeper cover charge at the door, the clacking of billiard balls could be heard from the tables, the balcony was full to capacity and the dance floor was rocking.
The young people of Sunnydale were out in force, celebrating their last days of freedom.