There was a party.  She walked in and looked around.
She saw seas of people, bottles and bottles of *****, people holding one of their nostrils closed and sniffing fine white powder from a coffee table,
smoke everywhere, cigarettes dangling from peoples' mouths, people in a circle passing a joint of marijuana between fingers, girls sitting
on boys' laps, girls on girls', mouths on mouths, hands touching everywhere.
She decided that the party was not for her, after all, she was depressed.  
She walked home,
smelling of
cigarettes
and
sadness.