The Party: After Midnight - DJ Graff and Rob
Valentin stepped out, brushing past a couple of guys smoking it up on the porch. This kind of party did remind him of Berlin, of the kind of parties that were thrown in Friedrichshain or Kreuzberg. Industrial and run-down, but with pretty people and good music.
It struck him how many people he found pretty this evening. Must be the liquor, because during class, he never considered that.
He could smell there were people around him, hidden in the shadows, engaging in... activities, but he saw none of them. Including the giant boy. Fi fa fo fum... Apparently Rob hadn't been up for it.
Valentin kicked at a pebble and put his hands in his pocket, taking a few aimless steps. Well, at least the cold air was nice.