Anejo shots started a tempest swirling, locomotive-steps winding under the spinning-lights, faces poked in and out of the crowd of crazed-pagans, undulating in sweat, nicotine-breath & tequila, dreams of freedom.
Lupita hollered her name like all the rest with the same name, phantom-dancers squeezing each other for romance, before the stars settled, the sun rose on the zona of broken-roses.