11:00 PM.
You stand on the corner of a street taking a drag from a cigarette. The music from the club behind you is pumping brilliantly. The line to get in to the club goes on for what looks like a couple of blocks. This is nothing new though. You pull you’re smart phone out of you’re pocket and read the message on the screen.
“Meet you out front, 2 minutes. Nothing can prepare you for what tonight is going to bring.”
You place the phone back in you’re pocket. You know judging by what you just read that there is a good chance you’re not going to remember a fucking thing tomorrow morning.
A couple of ladies waiting in line are eyeing you up and giggling to each other. You shoot them a playful smile but don’t lead them on.
As you continue to wait for you’re buddies you take one last drag from you’re cigarette and flick it in to the street. A limousine pulls up in front of you. The doors open up and you’re greeted by a mobile festival of drugs, booze, chaos and mayhem. Women pile out of the vehicle and litter the street screaming and dancing like animals that have freed themselves from the zoo. A few of them greet you with hugs, kisses, and the occasional ass grab.
The last people to exit the limousine are your buddies. You greet them with handshakes. One of your buddies hands you a glass of rye and a couple of pills.
You feel the need to ask what journey your about to embark on,
“Hey man, what is this stuff?”
Your buddy responds,
“Ecstasy man, best shit you can get. You take those and you will feel like a fucking machine for the rest of the night”
You pop the two pills in to your mouth and wash it down with the rye.
After you discard the glass you follow your buddies and make your way in to the club. Unlike the hundreds of people waiting in line you walk straight in. You nod and the bouncers acknowledge your presence as you walk past them.
The benefit of being VIP is that you don’t have to deal with any bull shit.
The music is getting louder as you walk down the hallway making you’re way towards the dance floor. You can feel the bass pumping vibrantly throughout the building. You feel the blood rushing through your veins. As you get to the end of the hallway an electrifying feeling falls upon you. Lights are pulsing to the rhythm of the music. Your heart beat is racing. Anxiety doesn’t exist at this point. It’s you versus the world.
-Nick
