A foggy haze. Moving bodies
It feels warm in here. Or is it just me?
Darkness. Then light. Pulsating.
Excuse me. My bad.
Who is that? Squint.
Lean against the rail. Look cool.
You want another drink? I think I am good.
She moved on. Where’s my friend?
Smells like smoke. No REAL fire.
Just sparks. Where did she go?
My friend! You want another drink?
Sure- thanks. I have to let her know.
Excuse me. I think you’re beautiful.
Idiot! Oh- Ok. Thanks!
She moved on. My friend laughs.
I don’t smell smoke. It’s time to go.