Day 165 of 365 Days of Writing Prompts: Write about a party.
Erin: I looked over to the corner the bar and saw the last person I expected. “What are you doing over here birthday girl?”
“I don’t feel well,” she grumbled.
“Did you drink too much honey?” I stooped down and rubbed her back.
“No,” she nearly spat at me. “I don’t want to be 30.”
“Why not,” I cautiously asked.
“This is basically a party for the end of my life,” tears started to pour from her eyes.
“No, it’s not,” I took the drink from her hand. “You’ve got so much life left.”
“Yeah, but the parts that determine my future are over. I’m never going to have my dream job, I’m never going to have a family and I am never going to get out of this dang town.”
“Your only one day wiser and farther than you were yesterday girl, and you have so many happy surprises ahead of you,” I encouraged but she just continued to cry. “You want a margarita,” I offered and she immediately perked up.
Shannon: Each of the rooms was lit up with the soft glow black lights, illuminating the neon paint designs on everyone’s skin. They’d only invited artist, so each design was beautifully executed. Everyone was a dancing, breathing art piece and I was captivated by the whole scene. Everyone had become their art, and isn’t that all we ever wanted, even if it was only for a night?
Give your character a chance to party.