Pulse

Pulse [Daft Punk x Reader]

You could hear the beat of the music, thrumming in your ears as you navigated in the crowded nightclub, hordes of drunk people grinding and twisting and you slipped through cracks in the crowd, the scent of alcohol and sweat washing over you.

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To be honest, you had really only come to this nightclub for two reasons: one, your friends made you, and two, Daft Punk was rumored to be here. Seeing as you loved Daft Punk, you complied (reluctantly) and we're pushed into the darkened room, flashing lights shining into your eyes every few seconds. Right now you were headed outside. The lights coupled with the noise equaled a splitting headache. And so you stumbled into the alleyway, taking a deep breath of the nippy city air. A few others were out here, smoking or perhaps making out.

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"A bit chilly," you muttered, the man next to you giving a silent nod in agreement. You could hear the cars rush by, headed to wherever their owner needed them to be. 'City life never really stopped', you mused, staring at the reds, blues, yellows, and other florescent colors of downtown. You were fairly new to this yourself; being from the suburbs of a small town. You weren't really sure if you liked it or not, but it was a new experience, that was for sure.

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After a small amount of time, you decided to go back in and find your friends. They were probably drunk out of their minds right now, and you were pretty much responsible for them. Walking back in, you were assaulted by the flashing lights and throbbing music, and you winced a bit, your headache renewing. You just wanted to find your friends quickly so you could get out of here.

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'Did they leave me?' The though ran over and over through your aching mind, as you searched fruitlessly for them. "Really, you guys?" Your mutter went unnoticed by the crowd and you decided to head outside again and order a taxi. This was just not your day, was it? You sighed and pushed through the swarm of people again.

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"Oh, c'mon!" This was the third taxi that had ignored you, and you were tired, hungry, and a mess. "Whatever. I'll walk home." You pulled on your jacket and started to walk home, vowing to talk to your "friends" when you got back.