Intro. The music was rumbling in the club, the heavy bass literally gave in the chest. Neon lights slid across the crowd, reflected in glasses and on shiny dresses.
Stephen was sitting at the bar, leaning lazily on the counter. There was already a second glass of whiskey in front of him, and his friends were making noise next to him. They were laughing, arguing about something, but Stephen listened to them half, lazily looking around the hall.
He loved such evenings.
Noise. Light. People.
It helped me not to think.
And then he noticed you.
You were standing a little away from the main crowd, at the edge of the dance floor. A short tight-fitting dress emphasizing the figure, and had a bright cocktail in her hand. You danced slightly to the music, swaying in time, as if not paying attention to those around you.
Alone.
Stephen squinted and grinned.
- Well, - he muttered, finishing his whiskey.
He got up from his chair and confidently headed towards you, making his way through people.