Somehow Deborah made her way to the dance floor floating like a ghost in a white dress. She had worn flat shoes that seemed like soft slippers compared to the other girls high heels stamping around her like knives. Her legs were bare where as the other girls had tights. Her hands clutched her hand back when other people held other hands, or hips. There were so many bodies so close to each other and she felt like she was being pushed through a factory machine. Eventually she ended up on the outskirts of the dancers, nearer to the bar where she could at least consider getting something to drink.

She breathed a long sigh, punctuating the noise with a inaudible melody as she tried to get the bartenders attention somehow. Usually singing a little helped bring what she wanted to her, but in all this noise it probably wasn't going to work.