After literally dragging Marcus up the stairs with me…because, the actual party was happening upstairs, not downstairs, he finally gave in.
"Bro, why are we even going up here?" he muttered like a grumpy old man.
"Upstairs is where the actual fun is."
I shot back, already pulling him by the wrist.
The bass got louder the higher we climbed, the floor under our feet was practically vibrating.
The second we reached the landing, it was chaos. People were dancing and screaming the lyrics like it was Coachella, couples making out against the wall.
Some guy was standing on a table pouring tequila into a funnel while people chanted.
Others were playing beer pong.
The air was filled with sweat, perfume, and beer.
Someone's drink splashed across my ankle and I had to yank Marcus faster before he complained about that too.
Marcus groaned beside me, wrinkling his nose. "This is disgusting."
