Thunder and lightning was booming across the sky in New York City, much to the distaste of many locals whose Saturday night plans had been deterred by the storm - it wasn’t cold, the air humid and crackling, light smatterings of rain were coming and going and leaving the city smelling like wet asphalt. The progression of the storm had been wholly unnoticed by Jasper and everybody else currently attending the party he was at. The loud music - coming through eight different speakers placed in various corners of the sprawling kitchen and living room - was completely drowning out any sort of noise the outside world had to offer. The lounge was dimly lit by an assortment of floor lamps, tapestries and paintings adorning the walls and dark plush couches littering the room. Jasper felt comfortable, although the place was more lavish than most places he typically dwelled in: the place was warm, welcoming and exactly Jasper’s style.
Jasper had already had a few lines, cocaine moving rapidly though his bloodstream, making his body come alive with energy. He found himself in the middle of the living room, dancing among dozens of other people, all probably as high as himself. Jasper loved every second of it, basking in his high, the euphoria and delight he felt from being in a state of such eye-opening bliss. His body felt better high than it ever did sober, a fact he never admitted to himself, but knew all too well. Realizing how thirsty he was, Jasper made his way over to the kitchen, squeezing past a group of people crowding around shots - he grabbed a bottle of rum, pouring a healthy amount into a short glass and returning the bottle back to its spot. Taking a swig, he reveled in the familiar burn as it went down his throat, warming his belly. He recognized some of the people across the room from him, often having seen them at other parties: he craned his neck a little, trying to get a clear look at them. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was sort of searching for someone - a blonde girl, who he’d seen at the last few parties he’d attended. He had yet to meet her - despite having seeing her more than once, he’d never actually crossed paths with her. Jasper was curious. Giving up on his search, he had another sip of rum, leaning against the kitchen counter and trying to decide upon his next move.
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