A liya took a a a sip of watered-down rum and Coke and face. Nasty. She should have just taken the tequila shots Naeem offered her when she had the chance. She was definitely not drunk enough for this party. It was, as usual, crowded to the point of suffocation.
She put her drink down and took her compact out to check her reflection. The glass doors cordoning off the dance floor slid open for the millionth time, as a couple of giggling girls stumbled outside in their slinky outfits. The bass from the music snaked through the buzz of people, their sweaty bodies and body odor mixed with expensive perfume and a tinge of stale alcohol on their breaths.