The Party: After Midnight - DJ Graff
Valentin had spent most of the night mingling with other people, fluttering from group to group like a butterfly. Eventually, he'd ended up at the sound system, which had some great speakers, but wasn't manned by a DJ or anything. Rather, people hooked on their iPods or phones and put on a playlist. The music was eclectic, though, as the night progressed, it had become boisterous and loud.
Valentin had assumed control as a DJ, standing by the music station and taking into accounts the requests people gave him. His collections of MP3-players had grown to quite an impressing pile.
Valentin had been trying to please everyone, switching pop and top-40 with more obscure tracks. Every three tracks, he threw in a personal favorite. Right now, he had put on some old Euro!trash song, heavy on the electronics and the speed. Happy hardcore! Besides the music system, Valentin was rocking out like a madman, dancing like he was having an epileptic fit.
Valentin wasn't a happy drunk or an angry drunk. His world just became very limited: him locked in his own body, spazzing out to the music.