VAGUE

CHAPTER 18

CHAPTER 18

-PRICE WILLIAMS' POINT OF VIEW-

Amazing vibes flow like a virus, but a good one. There's love in the air, all hyped up and ready to give us a good time. Clubbing makes everyone's synapses jump like beans in a tin. It was like everyone couldn't be more alive if they were shouting. The music is a drug that brings people higher, higher until their mind buzzes with pure joy. Feeling as if their soul will shine so bright their skin will start to glow, like aura would become visible. But the night is so young, limbs have so much energy to the point that each one in this place could dance for millennia and then some more. They dance as if this was their last night on Earth, but I think that's just the way their mind avoids thinking about the hangover to come. The music moves everyone like a puppet on strings, head mashing so hard, brain is in shut down mode. There's so much sweat on skin. The strobe masks so many of movements, every clap of hands like it's on pause at different moments.

Tomorrow they'll be hell to pay but tonight the alcohol keeps on flowing on everyone's system. The club is electric tonight, everyone feeding off of the smiles and fast dancing. It was like everyone could go like this all night long, feet moving to the crazy beat like they belong to the music. Move their dress like their hips were made to sway, the sequins catching the disco ball light that twirls above launching every shade of the rainbow into the darkness.

"Hey! Are you just going to stare at them all night?" a familiar voice suddenly occupies my thoughts.

"Tsk! What do you want Gray?" I asked the man with an irritation on my voice.

"woah! Chill bro! why don't you have some fun" He stated as if he helpfully gives an advice

"Nah! I'm good" I coldly utter as I took a glance on a glass of rum he handed to me

"Come on, drink this" he stated. Without any choice I accept his offer and take the glass of rum.

"You're not even drinking jackass! That wasn't an accessory to keep idiot!" he stated that makes me laugh.

"hey! Why are you laughing, you're pissing me off! Cut it out!" he mumbled like an eleven-year-old boy.

"You're desperate aren't you?" I asked him while I can't help but to burst out laughing. He looks like a tomato, his face turned red. He really is pissed off.

"you really good at pissing me off does you? I just want you to have some fun! I'm not desperate of drinking stupid!" he loudly stated as I continue to mocked in front of him teasingly.

"your idiotic face looks like a hell a tomato" I teasingly added.

"Cut it out! Let's just enjoy the night moron!" he chuckles as he convincingly makes me accept his offer. After a minute of teasing, laughing and wondering around, we decided to go on the balcony to drink and have some talk peacefully.

"Darn it! what a relief! Gracias a Dios!" He said pointing to the silent music that this balcony brought us.

(Gracias a Dios – Thank God)

The balcony was a concrete ledge, a huge sort of a mixture of square rough edges and a vintage rail, but it was her oasis. Filled whatever space a comfortable table that did not occupy with potted plants. On this balcony she could enjoy the breeze, the sun and even sometimes sit out in misty rain. Below the town flowed in its tense way, bustling and honking.

Hermana's balcony

"By the way, what do you want to drink?" he asks while walking towards the mini bar.

"hmm just something extreme" I simply said walking towards on a chesterfield in front of the counter.

The smoke twisted in its artistic way, forming curls in the gloom, illuminated only by the age-speckled bar lights. Along the wall was every hue of amber liquid in their inverted bottles; I rest my hand on the couch. A sharp smell of drink wafts towards me, like black plumes bellowing from the windows of a burning house. There's even a hint of sick tainting the fragrance of the place.