Through The Eyes of a Sober Stranger

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Through The Eyes of a Sober Stranger
The air was thick with the stench of alcohol, and there also lingered a sour odor, remnant of the contents of stomachs that had been recently and rapidly emptied. To breathe in this air meant to suffer the consequences of the aforementioned stench, or to choose perhaps the lesser of two evils, and inhale through the mouth. However, this relinquished a salty taste to the tongue - that of sweat from dozens of dancing strangers’ bodies. All the while, the din of empty beer cans clanging on the floor was drowned out by speakers oozing thumping music that sent vibrations throughout the house.
These things went unnoticed by the majority of her distant intoxicated cohorts swaying to the beat. It seemed that only she could hear and smell and sense these sordid things; no one else present would notice them, because to all of them it was “normal” and just a part of the “awesome party scene” with which they were all enthralled.
By the hazy greenish-blue lighting that crept in through the windows, she could tell that it was now around 2:30 or 3:00 in the morning; much longer than she should have stayed. And she began to wonder, why did she stay? What a waste of time. What a waste of a night. What a waste of life.
In her mind, she made the decision to leave. And so she gave one last glance around the dismal “party,” but found herself doing a “double-take” when her eyes met up with those of a handsome stranger across the room. She paused in her plan to escape so quickly and took another glimpse into his eyes. It is said that “eyes are the window to the soul” and his just matched the greenish-blue hue of the sky - which had just recently triggered her response to abandon these bleak surroundings. Without words she could tell that he shared her disgust for this pathetic atmosphere and a new desire to escape this place. They talked with their eyes and discovered a mutual...