High

Chapter Three

I could feel the cold seat of the taxi seat beneath me. It was like nobody has ever been in this taxi before.

When the driver slowly but surely pulled up to this black building with neon writing and graffiti down the sides, I could hear loud thumps of music surging through the building. It was loud. Adrenaline filled inside me like someone had thrown a gallon of hot coffee on me. It was a warm sensation.

I got out of the taxi, adjusted my outfit, and pulled on one of the two graffitied doors and went inside. Loud music and people everywhere greeted me. I look around for someone I might know, but I don't see anyone. I pull up to a bar seat and sit down.

"What'll it be?" a deeply voiced man asks me.

I look up to see this tall sun-kissed man wiping a glass he had just washed with a clean rag. He had a slight beard like he hasn't shaved for a couple of days, but it looked like it was perfectly managed.

"Miss?" he asks again

"Oh um, just a cosmopolitan."

Just as I go to pay him he says

"It's on me."