Dalia's POV
The celebration was absolutely insane.
Ziva had organized this massive party to commemorate our victory over the Dolphins, and it seemed like every student on campus had squeezed into the Union house. Bass-heavy music pounded from every speaker while laughter echoed through the packed halls. Strobing neon lights painted everything in wild colors as bodies pressed together, dancing and chatting with infectious energy.
Red Solo cups were scattered everywhere as Orion and I pushed through the dense crowd.
"Where could Ziva be hiding?" I mumbled, barely audible over the deafening music. Somehow Orion caught every word.
"She has to be somewhere in this chaos," he replied, scanning the writhing mass of couples grinding against each other on the makeshift dance floor.
Some pairs were so entangled I could barely tell where one person ended and another began.
