Melting a brain
Heels clicked, laughter roared and even the night danced upon Rushtran Rooftop. The city seemed brighter than usual and so did its people.
Guests conversated, they danced, they clicked glasses, and shared delicious food. A fountain of chocolate sat at the only table in a corner. The long table held various foods, it was almost a whole banquet at just one table. But it was enough to feed everyone here.
Then there were the twin doors at one end of the rooftop where waiters and waitresses came in and out with new beverages but alcohol mostly. Some would receive orders from whispering guests and minutes later they would return bringing along the requests beverage or snack.
Women dressed in dangerously revealing dresses, their neck decorated with the finest jewels, men in their suits some in just collar shirts and ties. Other women choose more formal dresses, businesswomen being most of them. They seemed to not be taking partying as seriously as the others.