Silence settles between us once more. This time, more comfortable than the last. 

I try to stop my thoughts from wandering down the same lane as before, keeping my eyes on the couples on the dancefloor. 

I can't believe Matt—I later found out that he had something to do with it—managed to convince my boss to throw an actual party. 

I can't lie that it wasn't a good idea, though. Everyone needs to let it out once in a while, and my drunk coworkers—and boss—couldn't be any better confirmation of that. Good thing tomorrow's the weekend, so they won't have to deal with a hangover and still go to work. ...