A fly on the wall

I was sitting in a room full of people. The air is humid as if we were all in a steam room the size of a child's closet. Voices and mumblings are surrounding me with huge amounts of laughter as if someone told the funniest joke. The air was humid but it smelled like beer and sweat of people who haven't taken a shower. Not only did I feel uncomfortable being in a room that smelled rancid but I was very uncomfortable in my seat. The flat cushion on the seat was so flat I felt the buttons of the seam pressing through my bottom causing me to cross my legs by switching them over a couple times. I was at a party where I didn't seem to enjoy myself. Some girls were amazingly drunk and loud making them sound like hyenas screeching. The sound of ping pong balls hitting cups were joined with deep low voices of "oooohs and aaahs!" I was observing this party as someone was trying to speak to me. I looked like as if I was completely ignoring my friend. But I happened to notice a guy leaning on the wall. His right leg was against the wall behind me and his arms were crossed. I stared at him as he was smiling and laughing at the crowd. I then laughed to myself because he looked like a typical rebellious character in an 80’s movie. His had a head full of nice hair, a smile that could possibly charm other woman and eyes like blue marbles. I finally looked away and paid attention to my friend.