The party is over

3.1 Diana Foster

Summer 1995, The Mudhole / caravan park

The bass was bumming heavy in the night club. Diana moved along the rhythm, feeling it pulsing through her body. 

"Hey, you really learned how to dance now!", Don yelled against the noise to her.

"I love this club!", she answered, getting high on the beat. 

She'd danced the whole night, and felt like she never wanted to stop again.

Until a rush of nausea came up.

She barely made it to the bathroom.

"Fuck! I didn't even drink so much tonight...", she thought, trying to remember if she left her glass unattended at some time.

"Diana? What's wrong?", she heard Rosa's voice and lift her head.

"I don't know", Diana replied, "... but I feel like crap..."

"Let's get you out of here first", her new friend said. "Can you make the drive home?"

"I... guess so."

When they arrived at Diana's caravan, she dropped on her bed the same second.

"Sleep a bit...", Rosa said, "Tomorrow we'll see further..."

Diana could barely make out her voice anymore.