The loud music of the party inside reaches her ears only a bit muted.
But it doesn't drown the brunette girl's thoughts at all. She wants them to stop, wants them to be quiet. At least for a short moment.

She has to go outside. She can't stand it to stay in this crowd. She can't stand it to see him doing this.
Maybe she just can't stand it to see her.

She does no longer know why she came here.
She hates parties.
People drinking until they don't remember anything and can't control themselves anymore.
Games, which are mostly perverse or break someone's heart.
And horribly loud music making you half deaf.

She doesn't understand herself anymore.
Why did she agree?
She knew already that it was a bad idea.
A fucking bad idea.