The music is too loud. She can’t make out any lyrics, but she can feel the vibration of it all through the floor. She’s caught in a swirling mass of energy pulsating around her. The lights are faint and bright, juxtaposed with the darkness. From the shadows, she can see people dancing, making out, and having sex in the corners of the rooms.
She can’t see him at all. The phone call had been from someone new this time. Usually, she knew whom he was with whenever he was out. This one must have been brave, though, seeing as she’d received the call directly from his cell phone.
“Hey, over here!” screams a voice. She can recognize no one as she walks over.
“Where is he?”
“In the bathroom in a heap on the floor. Marilynn is trying to wake him up.”
“Yeah, with shock treatment!”
“Head down that way, just follow the signs.”
“Man, I’d love a piece of that!” She dashes away before the words can settle on her skin and finds a woman smoking while blocking the door to the men’s room. The woman smiles, whispers good luck, and hands her the cigarette, leaving her there alone.
She pushes open the door and recognizes him among the gloom and filth shadowing the walls. He’s grinning like a lunatic as he lies there among the remains of whatever drug he’s high on. As soon as she gets within reach, he swings before she can even see it coming, dragging her down to him before she can protest.
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