It was in the middle of DJ Rama’s set that the three ciders, two wines, and that half of Becca’s joint finally hit Kayla. She began to sway slowly, not at all in time to the beat, stretching her long arms into the air. She stroked the air above her, as if trying to touch the music throbbing over the crowd.
“Kay, you ‘right?” a voice called out, seeming to Kayla to be miles behind her. But she only had to turn slightly her left to see Andrew, standing next to her in the crush of the moshpit.
“Andy!” she slurred, wrapping her arms around his upper half and slumping her whole weight against him. Andrew put his hand on her waist to help prop her upright. “I love you, Andy,” she mumbled, suddenly tearful, into his plaid shirt.
“Um,” Andrew said, smiling despite himself. “Me too, babe.” He freed one of his arms to tenderly pet Kayla’s head. They stayed in this position for another two songs, swaying awkwardly to the bass.
“Y’know what I love?! I love how fucking close we are,” Kayla suddenly yelled out, oblivious to the fact that the current song playing was a quiet, mournful one. A short girl standing in the front of them, dressed in a vintage mini-dress and Hunter gumboots, shot Kayla a dirty look over her shoulder.
“There’s, like, no sexual tension between us. We can just be ourselves around each other,” she said. “Like, you can call me babe and I can spend three whole songs hugging you in my denim cutoffs, and we’re good. Like… affectionate. We never have to be worried about it being weird between us.”
“Yeah,” Andrew replied, involuntarily glancing down at her aforementioned tiny shorts and shifting his weight. “How about we get out of the mosh and like, chat away from all these people? I think Bec and the others are having a smoke near the back – ”
But the DJ started playing the opening hook of his most popular hit, and all around Kayla and Andrew the moshpit roared its approval. “NO!” she screamed over the rumbling, releasing her friend to wave her arms in the air again. “After this song! I fuckin’ love this song!”
She sang along to the chorus without abandon: “Don’t go, don’t go-oh-oh, don’t you know, I love you so-oh-oh-ohhh…”
“Fuck yes! Everything’s okay in life as long as this music is playing,” she cried out. She stared at Andrew, who smiled in agreement as he enthusiastically pumped his fist in the air to the beat.
“Like, why can’t life always be like this – just partying with the people you love?” Kayla continued. “Why does shit always have to be so complicated and stressful? Why can’t we, as like, a civilisation, go fuck it – all throw our hands in the air like we just don’t care? Don’t you think life would be so much better if that’s what everybody did?” Andrew couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “What, dickhead?! You don’t think I’m like, a secret shaman or some shit?”
“Maybe,” he replied, “But I also think you’re really, really drunk.”
Kayla looked over at him with a glassy grin. “Yeah,” she mumbled, giggling. “I am pretty fuckin’ drunk.”
She then doubled over and sprayed a great deal of vomit onto the short girl’s gumboots.