I'm the life of the party until I'm not. Until there's a dead body on the dance floor and she wears the rings I do. Until they call everyone to identify and no one says they do.

Until the boy who grabbed my ass is frantically watching his hands off my DNA. Until the drunk girls who posted our bathroom mirror selfie are taking it down. Until everyone says I knew this girl when alive but no one knows the girl when dead.

Now, there's a dead girl on the dance floor and no one likes her clothes. No one wants to take them off, put them on and absolutely no one wants those shoes. No one wants to touch her, grope her, kiss her, fuck her.

There's a dead girl on the dance floor and no one puts a table cloth on her. They just stare, and they talk. Then, they talk and they stare.

a buzz-kill

a party-pooper

a cock-block

a spoil-sport

A dead girl on the dance floor is a fucking problem.