The music was loud, blaring. John could feel the vibrations in the ground, his beer bouncing slightly in the bottle. He had a cigarette between his lips, smoke drifting into the air.

People were dancing, jumping, shouting. Everyone was enjoying themselves, as they usually did as his after-gig-parties. John was in a rather bad mood, though. He'd had an argument with his mum, but none of his friends wanted to cancel the party, so he was basically stuck here til they started to thin out.