Of Night: the first night

A Good Kind of Hurt

Cigarette smoke dances in the air, I breathe in the fumes, and it reminds me of home, this smoke in my lungs feels good, an exquisite pain.

The beat plays in the club and I feel myself throw my hands above my head and let my hips sway. I'm sort of good but tonight I'm Defintely not.

"Having a good time, babe?" a familiar accent hums in my ear.

"Duh! Of course I always do when I'm around my German party monster." I laugh.

"Ja!" Fritz exclaims, his palm raised high. "Give me five high!"

We high five, I feel as if I'm still in middle school when people used to do that constantly.

"Where is everyone?" I ask.

"They are around. Shall we find them?" Fritz asks.

I nod.

"Come then, frau." Fritz, after calling me his woman takes me by the hand and we dive deep into the sea of sweaty clubbers.

We can't help ourselves when the bass drops; everyone bounces to the beat. It's a kind of euphoric feeling, being alive and in the moment.

"Who do you want to find first?" I ask over the loud music, as if I need to shout Fritz can hear most anything.

"Let's find little Adler." Fritz laughs while giving "I want you." looks to a couple bleach blonde college girls.

"Strauss is here?"

"I saw him at the bar with Hans and Henrik" Fritz says eyeing a fiery redheaded nymph- like girl.

Strauss actually drinking? This I have to see.

We pushed and shoved our way through the ocean of zonked out college kids to the bar when we were greeted by Henrik who offered to buy me a drink though I had to remind him that the drinking age in America is 21.

"Guten Abend. " I say to Strauss who was staring at his beer. He turned his head and his mouth slightly twitched into a smile.

Strauss laughs softly which catches me by surprise; I'm guessing he's tipsy already now.

"I see you've been practicing your German." He says.

"Well, I'm fluent in Google translate at least." I laugh.

Strauss obviously amused but was too busy drinking to say anything else.

A throwback Thursday song blasts through the speakers; there was a roar of applause and hooting and hollering among the partygoers.

"If you want this. Let us do it. Ride it. Mein pony!" Henrik and Fritz, the drunk brothers incorrectly belt out the lyrics before the actual chorus starts.

"Dommkopfts." Strauss scoffs.

"Good Grief." Hans sighs "It seems our brothers truly are drunkards." He says to Strauss who was judging them with his earthy eyes.

"You got that right!" I exclaimed in sheer ecstasy. Fritz pulled me closer to his waist and I was so starry-eyed that couldn't complain about being objectified.

I was everyone's tonight and tonight everyone was mine. I felt like a Lana Del Rey song being animated into a Hollywood strung out film.

"Let's have fun til daylight!" Henrik roared, spilling beer on Strauss's black blazer.

"I hope you have money to pay for this expenditure." Strauss grumbled, shaking his brunet hair.

I couldn't help but adore Strauss in this light.

But yet I admire them all in a way. They are like trees, ones that are tall and could go on for ages. I however am like a weed. One pluck and I am gone forever.