The party was over and the guests had just left. Empty glasses, empty bottles...the room still a swirl of laughter and revelry. One cocktail then the next, the hours had past. Now they found themselves alone, too drunk to go to bed, too tired to clean. What else but to stand on the balcony looking over a city that slept. Distant lights of vacant shops and offices. The summer heat just fading from the cement and concrete. They sway, they stumble. Just enough clothes off and then forward. They move together while a city sleeps and their guest's keys hit front door locks.
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