Sky's P.O.V
When they said home coming party I expected fancy old men and women drowning in their fanciness, clicking glasses around on an extravagant table but I was wrong, totally wrong. This party was a wild one. Drunk wolves everywhere.
The music boomed through the speakers so loudly that I had to scream on top of my voice to get my stance heard. The noise in my head was pounding hard at my brain. My head was throbbing. Different coloured lights flickered everywhere but dark-blue neon was a constant colour.
Random people had glow paints tattooed on their faces, arms and crazy enough wherever they could think of. I made my way to the bar where Connor stood as the bar tender.
''......Enjoying the party?...'' He beamed wiping a glass.
''Urr yeah, I can't complain. Urmm, have you seen Damian around?'' I asked craning my neck above the steaming mass of bodies.
