It was the kind of night that promised to be epic before it had even begun. The four of you, Angelina, Isis, Mike, and you, had been planning this for weeks. The anticipation had built to a crescendo of excitement as the hours ticked down to the moment when you'd all step into the pulsing heart of the city's nightlife.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. The bass from the music vibrated through the floorboards, sending shockwaves through your body that seemed to resonate with the beat of your heart. Lights flashed in a kaleidoscope of colors across the room, painting the faces of the dancing crowd with a rainbow of neon. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and aftershave, mingling with the sweet aroma of freshly spilled drinks and the faint hint of something smokier wafting in from the patio.

You grabbed a drink and melded into the rhythm of the night, letting it carry you away. Laughing, you danced alongside your friends, feeling the weight of the world slip from your shoulders. Mike, ever the charmer, had already drawn a circle of admirers around him, but he shot you a wink that promised a dance later. Angelina and Isis were inseparable, their laughter tinkling through the air like wind chimes as they whispered to each other and giggled.

As the night grew later, the party grew wilder. You and Mike had been going non-stop, dancing, joking, and sipping on drinks that were definitely stronger than you'd anticipated. Eventually, the exhaustion of the day's work and the buzz of the party combined to pull you into a deep, dreamless sleep. You found yourself sprawled on the couch in the living room, surrounded by a sea of partygoers who had succumbed to the same fate.