"Come on then," Erato said, and lead the way up the path to the house.
Inside the music was loud and young men and women milling about, getting into the party groove. The place was as big as Erato remembered, but the decor a lot less 80s. A pity. She liked 80s retro.
She found her way to the kitchen and returned with a red solo cup of the punch for each of them. "When in Rome," she said, knocking her cup against theirs and tipping back back a long gulp.