#murph2

This music was loud enough to drown out her thoughts. Valley hadn't planned on staying long, (mostly using the night as an excuse to wear this gown) but that fact alone made her want to never leave. She could feel the bass like a second heart, thumping in her chest alongside her own. People were dressed wildly, neon colors and inhuman shapes blurring and morphing, making her feel like she was on something more than just fruity cocktails.  She weaved through the crowd, no destination in mind, just allowing herself to enjoy the intensity of this assault on her senses. Together, it all became white noise and static and she felt almost calm in the center of it.  Until she saw him.  What was he doing at a rave? That should've been her first thought. This kind of party was as far from Murph's comfort zone as it was possible to get; he must be so uneasy, so lost and anxious… But that hadn't been Valley’s first thought. Her first thought was, predictably, that he was gorgeous.  She'd only had three (or four?) of these spooky-looking novelty drinks, but they’d given her enough courage to walk up to him. It was only after his eyes met hers and her heart started melting that she realized he might be here with someone. Someone must have dragged him out tonight, right? He wouldn’t come here on his own, and she couldn’t imagine his cousin in a place like this either, so the only reasonable solution was that he had… a date. The thought was somehow scarier than the entire manor above them, and without a word, she immediately turned to leave.