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I sat alone on one of the round tables, gulping down on a bottle of vodka. Loud music sounded from the speakers which were placed in strategic positions, about twelve in all. Most people danced with their partners on the floor while a few others sat, drinking bottles after bottles of strong wine.
It was no place to have a conversation, especially a private one unless the parties involved didn't mind screaming their messages to each other.
I sat soberly on the couch, drinking vodka directly from the bottle. Of what use is the glass if I would be consuming bottles and not glasses of vodka.
Watching the dancers, like I half expected, had not lifted my mood a bit, if anything, it had made me sober even more.
I took a big gulp from the half empty bottle of vodka with me, and directed my gaze to the screen of the TV which showed images without sounds. The sound of music must have drowned the sound from the TV or it was muted. Anyway, only images were displayed.
