Seeing Dean and Ophelia come downstairs, Simon, who was grinding against a girl on the dance floor, immediately blew a whistle their way.
It was rare for him not to be knocking back drinks today, he knew he had things yet to finish.
Dean gave him a signal to start, and Simon nodded to his dance partner before squeezing out of the crowd and heading straight for a makeshift runway in the main hall.
Reaching the audio equipment, Simon first turned down the music then picked up the microphone and gently tapped it, instantly sending a thudding sound throughout the entire party.
"OK~ dear friends, good evening~!"
"Yo~" The young men and women in the dance floor gradually stopped their dancing and turned their attention to Simon.
"Is everyone enjoying their beer tonight?" Simon extended the microphone toward the crowd below.
"Yeah~" People raised their arms, vigorously shaking the beer bottles in their hands.
