The evening had kicked into full gear by the time I reached the second-floor railing. The main hall below was alive—lights flashing red, blue, and gold across the dance floor, speakers thumping so hard I could feel the bass in my chest. Bodies moved everywhere, some in tight groups, some pressed close, arms in the air, hips swaying to the beat.
I leaned my forearms on the cool metal railing and looked down. A water bottle dangled from my fingers; I twirled it slowly, watching the plastic catch the different colors.
"That's a lot of people for today," I muttered under my breath.
