The Last Drop

Some of our friends have already headed home for the night, but not us. We stay into the early hours of the morning with a mix of some of the friends we came with and some of the new friends we made. Our group is loud and rowdy, energized by the dancing and constant flow of alcohol. In the blurry, swirling world we live in now, everything is funny. It's last orders. Someone, we are not even sure who, hands us another drink. Why not have one more?