The party boys

The door swung open and Mark's ears were immediately assaulted by the throb of heavy bass driven dance music - the man standing before him still yelling to someone inside over his shoulder, taking a moment before turning to address Mark. "Sorry!" he said warmly, opening the door a crack wider, "are you Dave's friend?"

Mark paused for a moment, peeking at the scene over the man's shoulder. It was clear that there was some kind of party underway, and by the sound of it, people were really enjoying themselves in there. Still a bit fired up and off the leash with his wife away for the weekend, the thought crossed his mind... perhaps he should check this out.