On the Balcony

A few hours had passed since the start of the banquet, and most of us were done satisfying our stomachs. Everyone had been busy interacting with anybody while enjoying some drinks and dessert. 

With the introduction of whiskey on the table, many of the guests did not expect the kick of the spirit and became intoxicated. For that reason, the liveliness in the hall significantly increased, and I could hear occasional loud laughs every now and then. 

As for me, currently, I was on the balcony of the wide hall with a glass of dark amber liquid whiskey in my hand, mesmerizing the garden of beautiful blooming beds of flowers bathing the silvery radiance of the moon. It was a spectacle worth beholding.