Night Moves

The C.C

Liam was sitting and listening to the uproar rhythmic song of the CC. The CC was the place to be for partying and enjoying New York City nightlife.
The mechanical tempo of the music was fitting with the blood flux of his vein plenty of alcohol. The blood was going all over his body just enough to fall his deep soul into an interminable whole of carefreeness. The super loud music was still going on and the party was dramatically beating bodies to make these people around him dancing and moving like programed human robots. In an imaginary future time, it could be the case, but it is not.

Liam is going tell us his true story by living it, and this, just under our eyes.

A girl came and sat just next to him. She quickly made a fat line of this white pouder on the dry side of the wet table. She turned side her head to look at him and then took the stuff. She collapsed on the sofa looking at him and smiling. Smiling, yes: but not at all for him. He knew it. The stuff made her face muscles into this smile position. Liam was fascinating with her large blue eyes and very pale skin. He would love swim in it and embrace it. She held her left hand and gave him the stuff. It was his turn. First time or not, it took it. And then it began, it was the dawn of a long night trek.