Elsa

I cross the hall and find a place where the rumbling music is the loudest. People are dancing, drinking, and fucking in the private alcoves. I pay them no mind. I need to switch off. I nod at the bartender, and before I can count to three there is a glass of rosé champagne in front of me. I need another drink, so I down it and grab another glass, which magically appears on the counter. That’s how I spend another hour or maybe more. As soon as I decide it is enough and I am suitably drunk, I head back to those junkies in the alcove, surprised to...