Tonight, we are young || Nico & Willow
"Toni-i-i-i-i-ight, we are you-u-u-ung, so let's set the world on fi-i-i-i-i-r-e, we can burn bri-i-i-g-h-t-e-e-r, than the su-u-u-u-u-un," the big, black, and square loudspeakers blasted, four of them placed successfully in every corner of the rather small living-room. Sometimes, Will wondered how the heck her friend even managed to throw parties of this magnitude; his place was tiny, his neighbors real dickheads, and he was, well... underage. So, technically it was his older brother's place, but the fact remained; he threw frequent, and good parties; and Will sometimes can't really place her finger on exactly how. Yet, here she was, in the midst of such a party, a cold beer in her hand, roaring along with "We are young" together with the rest of the drunken youths. The living-room was hardly extinquishable due to the amount of people who stood there dancing. Admittedly, Will didn't very often dance, nor did she keep up with most of the popular song nowadays; but the beat in "We are young" carried her to the dance-floor, and there she danced. She'd found a funny drinking buddy at that; though he looked a little old to belong in a party as such, he could chug, and he could joke. And it wasn't as if he'd molest the one chick in the entire room wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt. In the midst of the drum, bodies moving, and alcohol going down their throats, Will hardly ever noticed their change of place. One moment, they'd danced in the middle; the next, they stood by one of the loud-speakers, a little off the dancing party. Sipping the last of the beer, the guy quickly took notice, and offered to put away her bottle; as she gave it to him, one of his hands slid around her waist as the last minute of the song was playing. He pulled her close; too close, and Will's hands shot up to prevent the two from skin-to-skin contact. Narrowing her eyes angrily, Will looked up at the guy darkly; the image of her knee in his nutsack didn't quite seem to reach him, as the arm around her waist started pressing with more strength.
"Fuck off," she tried to say, but the music drowned her words, and the guy's lips broke out in a horrible grin. Anger rose along her spine, as her hands fought against his chest more violently. All of a sudden, the music didn't seem that good anymore; the crowded party felt unsafe, and Will realized if nobody caught on on what was happening, she'd be in trouble.
