"Richard stepped out from the noise of Schneider's flat out onto the balcony. He was surprised by the intensity of the cold night, as though the entirety of Berlin had been deep-frozen with no hope of reprieve whilst they'd been partying. The flat was hot to the point of being stuffy, rendered so by the heat of the gathered bodies dancing inside and because of the central heating. The amount of beer consumed and the gathering cigarette smoke - mostly from Richard himself, if he was honest - didn't help matters, either." Two men. One party. One stolen moment. Written for @thefanfictionawards' Winter Ball contest