Dances With Angels

         The blinding strobe lights and pounding electronic music were reminiscent of the 1980s sci-fi movies he had watched when he was growing up. The sea of people would have made him anxious and jittery on any other night, but this wasn't just any other night. He honestly didn't even remember going to the club. He had vague recollections of the rest of the night, but nothing that would help him figure out where he was or how he had gotten there. For some reason though, he didn't care. He didn't care that there were strangers coming up to him smelling of vodka, telling him how great he was or what dead celebrity he looked like. He didn't care that right outside the door of the club, bums had been harassing him for a drink ticket all night. He didn't even like techno all that much, but he danced just like the hundred or so mindless zombies flailing around him. His brain was telling him to run, but for some reason his body had taken full control. Maybe it had something to do with the four shots his friends decided to buy to celebrate. What did he drink? What were they celebrating and where the hell were they? Whatever. He felt like the night belonged to him. Further boosting his drunken ego, a girl with sparkling eyes danced over to him and motioned with her finger for him to follow. He went with her immediately, as his brain had been completely ignored by his body once more. She held onto his hand as she dragged him towards the exit of the club. On they way out he spotted someone who looked like a friend of his. It couldn't have been because none of his friends would have so brazenly snorted a line of coke in a crowded club. Or could they? Did he even really know those people, or were they just as unfamiliar as the girl holding his hand? He looked back at her. She seemed like she had a filter around her. Everyone in the club looked like they had hit their limits and had become creatures cowering in darkness. She was absolutely clear. Even intoxication couldn't hide her immense beauty. They burst through the door of the club only to be greeted by a very unwelcome sight, the sun. Had he really been in that club all night? As he tried to get his eyes adjusted to the abrupt change in lighting, he noticed the girl was gone. His eyes darted around, hoping to spot those angelic eyes. He couldn't. Was she ever there? He began walking down the crowded sidewalk. His hand remained outstretched in front of him.