an idea

The girl stumbled around the room in a drunken state. To her, she was having the time of her life but to everyone else, she was just embarrassing. When she left her house, she was dressed in a skimpy dress that did not flatter her figure and slutty tights. In her mind, she thought she looked 50 bucks. Everyone else thought, cheap whore. She had a cocktail of stains on her dress ranging from beer to spirits. A plastic wine glass was in her hand nevertheless, as she stumbled, the drink broke free from the glass and stained her dress.

The friends who came were too embarrassed to look after her and were sick of her shit.The room was vibrating with the sound of house music being blared from the speakers, there were too many bodies packed on the dance floor that the atmosphere was hot and sweaty. Strobe lighting bounced against the moving bodies as they moved. Couples danced too close and boys were being told where to go by annoyed girls.

You could point out the under-age girls. They were the ones dressed in their sisters' clothes

And make up. They had elaborate hairstyles, which made them look older... They thought.

Creepy older people were making sure their hands always had a drink in them. It was like watching

The discovery channel. The courtship of mating.

Guys were seeing who could pull in the shortest amount of time and how drunk they could get. They wanted everyone in the club to know who was in charge. They were the alpha males and they had the pick of the females. It got to the point where one guy's prey was talking to another but just like in the wild, the boys challenged each other to see who could get her.

 It was pathetic.