Girl and high heels

So I hit the nightclub with my friend and his cousin this weekend. Loud ear-banging music, epilepsy inducing flashing lights, and the thick smell of sweat. You know how it is. Didn't really expect much to be honest. But I surprisingly had a good time. The highlight of my night was when I saw this one quirky girl dancing, she was wearing a simple blue dress and puma sneakers. Most of her friends and the guys in the club sorta pointed and mocked and laughed at her for it. Though of course, she laughed along with them. The night was fairly eventful. A few hours later, the party was wrapped up, and it was time to head home. Everyone was drunk out of their skulls, and could barely hold themselves up.

Majority of the overdressed girls fumbled along trying to maintain balance on their ridiculously high heels, whereas others complained and moaned on their bare feet, without any shoes on while walking down the cold streets of Edinburgh. I silently mocked them and jested my way home with my friend.

Except on my way, I saw that one girl again. Blue Dress, Puma Sneakers. Still wearing them. She was walking just fine, without a care. Cause unlike the other rambunctious girls. She actually came prepared to dance, and walk the trip home. She was still with her tired group of female companions who had mocked her earlier, except now they were sloppishly carrying their broken heels, dragging their aching feet along the wet roads. Couldn't help but smile at the pleasant irony of the night.

That girl...