I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone So while you're here in my arms Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young We're gonna die young We're gonna die young Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Another party, another even Nico'd like to avoid. In the closest days, he tended to try and stay away from Cabin 12, whom due to the week of the Fourth of July went absolutely Bacchus-on-steroids, throwing crazy parties every night. The only thing that hid the sheer noise of those Camp's equivalent of basement raves were the sound-proof aie shields that Cabin 6 and Cabin 9 designed together, so outside the cabins it was as quiet as a cat on a hunt, while inside everything practically exploded from music and shouting and whatnot.

Let's make the most of the night like we're gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds Runnin' till we outta time Wild childs, lookin' good Livin' hard just like we should Don't care whose watching when we tearing it up (you know) That magic that we got nobody can touch (for sure)

In yet another madness of yet another clouded with euphoria and laughter party, Nico didn't change his habit, as usual just chilling somewhere in the corner. He didn't come with anyone, he'd rather not go at all, but it was always someone who dragged him here. Because for some reason, no one counted a party complete if it wasn't without the whole Camp in one cabin.

Looking for some trouble tonight (yeah) Take my hand, I'll show you the wild side Like it's the last night of our lives (uh huh) We'll keep dancing till we die

He thought of leaving when he felt someome tug on his arm, pulling him to his feet. Few moments later he was in the center, you practically spinning him around, singing along with all your might.

He didn't know what to do, so he went to pretend he was totally your dance partner, in fact, you might've forgotten your original one someone in the corner.

Not like it mattered right now.