Hanna was lost.

She had walked in the bright, white building with Sophie and the girl with dyed hair – what was her name? – but, somehow, along the way, Hanna found herself surrounded by faceless people and really, really loud music that Hanna did not really enjoy. She pushed and fought through the crowd, disliking the stench that enamored the sweaty crowds. And how the faceless people were yelling and shouting unpleasantly, for reasons that Hanna could not understand or comprehend. It was all very bizarre to the German girl who has been homeschooled since she was of youth.

So, the German teenager was a bit lost. In a huge building. There were plenty of hallways and about forty rooms, all so white and bright.

She was walking down a hall with a lot of people scattered in pairs and doing what Sophie was doing to Jose at the Spanish bar… Eating one's face.

Hanna nimbly avoids the couples that were hugging excessively while making strange, throaty noises. The blonde girl walks down the never-ending hall. In front of Hanna was a great, tall door with beautifully crafted decorations engraved in the cream white stone. It was simply pretty, that Hanna slowly traces her fingers over an angel's face. There was noise coming from behind the door.

Hanna held her breath, to concentrate on the soft noise. It was music. Not the loud, beeping music coming from down the house where many people were sweaty and on each other, but this music was richer and had a natural sound to it. It reminded Hanna of the guitar instrument, yet not exactly. The German girl tried turning the golden door handle but it was locked. The pale girl, then, decides to lie on the thick carpet to try to fully capture the sound. Placing her ear near the open area under the door, Hanna found that she did hear the music more clearly.

Hanna found this type of music more comforting; she closes her eyes, enjoying the sound. She breathes in the beautiful sounds.

"Hanna?"

Hanna looks up towards the person calling her. It was that boy. He had the earring and dirty blonde hair…

"It's me." The guy flashes a smile, placing the red cup on a nearby table-stand. "Feliciano." He wipes his hands on his swimming attire.

"Hi." Hanna greets, still lying on the ground.

The boy fidgets nervously when silence had fallen upon their conversation. "Um, so. What are you doing?" His accent shines through his question. "I saw Sophie near the pool, thought that you didn't came… You don't look like a party person. But, uh, you did came." He glances at Hanna, alcohol making his face warm – or was he blushing? – he mumbled, "Do you wanna go outside? I mean if you want. The house is pretty big and stuffy…"

"It's a very big house." Hanna brings herself off the carpet, missing the sounds of the rich music. "Can we find Sophie?"

Feliciano blinks and smiles. He didn't think that Hanna would talk to him after what happened at his Uncle's bar. His embarrassment at the bar caused him to avoid Hanna but he felt drawn to the girl.

"Okay… uh, sure! She was with Jose and Susan, playing bear pong." He laughs, grabbing his cup of alcohol and leading the way, "My cousin can get a bit weird when he's drunk."

After a long walk through the house with Feliciano's awkward glances, Hanna and Feliciano had found the place where Sophie and other people were playing Ping-Pong. Hanna thought the smell was a bit overwhelming to her sensitive nose.

Hanna decided to leave the small garage where they were playing the 'bear pong,' due to the smell. Fortunately, the German girl had found a secluded area behind the well-kept bushes near the garage. The loud music was giving Hanna a headache, and the people screaming and laughing were no better. The terrible noises combined into a terrifying crescendo.

"Hannaaa!" Sophie called, a bit loudly and hysterically. Hanna did not mind Sophie's voice, it was different. It was, surprisingly, calming. The German turns around to see that Sophie was wobbling her way towards the German girl. Hanna quickly walked up to the English teenager before the brunette tripped on her own feet.

The blonde was confused and cautious, seeing that Sophie was a bit… not focused, "Are you sick?"

"I don't feel sick." Sophie giggled. "I feel absolutely fuck-tastic-fun!" The brunette encircled her arms around Hanna, embracing her and bringing Hanna closer to her heated, alcohol-induced body.

Hanna tensed up, because she wasn't use to physical touching like hugging. Hanna and her father didn't hug often, and it shows through Hanna's defensive, tense stance.

"God, don't be so up… – " Sophie hiccupped and placed her face in the crook of Hanna's neck, "uptight, like pruny Paula when she sees people in birthday suits!"

Hanna awkwardly stands there as Sophie hugs her, but when Sophie starts to push all her weight on the German girl, she held the English girl up with her arms. The English teenager starts to hum the obnoxious music from the party, going along with its beeps and traumatizing beats.

"What do you call this music?" Hanna asks, curious to know what it is. Most likely to avoid it in the future.

"What?" Sophie shouts, not catching what she said. The music blaring and increasing as the night goes on.

Hanna leans closer to Sophie's ears, "What is this music called?"

Sophie smiles at Hanna from the crook of the girl's neck. She turns her head and whispers into Hanna's sensitive ears,

"Banging." Sophie's breath smells like the party.

The German girl gingerly nods her head, shivering when Sophie's breath tickled her ear. But, the name, it was fitting. The people would get lost into it, and they would jerk violently to this sound. It was actually pretty humorous to watch the people dance to this 'Banging' music.

"Hey Hanna, you're really, really, really pretty," Sophie slurs. She nuzzles Hanna's neck, causing Hanna to twitch. But slowly, Hanna grew more comfortable with Sophie's invasion-of-Hanna's-space, and she came to really like Sophie's arms around her – so, Hanna tighten her arms around Sophie's waist, not really liking the smell of the drink on her English friend but genuinely enjoying her touch.

"I fancy you, even if you… ain't a man." The English teenager giggled and lifted her head towards Hanna's face. She placed a soft kiss at the corner of Hanna's painted lips, leaving a cherry mark on the pale of Hanna's skin.