We were two introverts surrounded by an infestation of the dipsomania and delight. Ingested by white noise, flashing lights and sin, we stood sheltered behind conservatism and our cocktails. This technophonic cave was crammed with lascivious men modeling their lavish kicks and threads in pursuit of non-commitment. With our backs pressed firmly against our salutary wall, we felt inviolable.
But then, you turned to me.
Your chandelier earrings exploded the luminescence and trepidation into a million particles, and through the deafening roar of pandemonium and decadence, you offered a wink and said, “Let’s dance.”