Sunday Night Out

I went out dancing last night. Popped a pill and went on the hunt for some basic beats.

I found what I wanted. I grooved into the night. It's what I needed, a good, mindless dance. I popped another pill, when the end of the night seemed further away than I'd like.

The lights were good. The music just fine.

I flirted with a cute Italian boy. Nice smile, kind of wanting, he was on something, to be sure. His jaw shivered Beautiful eyes, big and brown. We danced and smiled. He was with a girlfriend. They shared each other's water.

I popped another pill, thinking about him. My eyes bled. My teeth clenched. My head floated to the roof and floated there on a wave of doof, doof, doof. Bobbing. Floating I couldn't see. My teeth ground constantly. My sense of balance faltered from this plane to the next, but in a good way, a funny way, a way that made me laugh, made me feel ten feet tall.

Faces appeared and floated away. The Italian boy asked me something, but the ringing in my ears masked his words. He smiled. I got the sense I was supposed to answer. It seemed funny. That disconnection, half floating on another plane. My eyes bulged as I tried to focus. I laughed. I was smiling. I couldn't stop smiling.

He took my hand and we were rushing through the crowed. Everything changed. His hand felt good in mine, it was all I could feel. Was I collapsing and I just didn't realise? Would there be red & blue lights? Why would he care? People swayed into view and then out. He was always just passed the next person, just out of sight, but his hand gripped mine tightly.

Dark. Cold. Crashing through doors.

Fresh. The light was suddenly florescent. There were tiles. Everyone was stopped. Milling. It was bright. Hot lights. I shielded my face. I wasn't collapsing, or falling, but my eyes had difficulty opening. Something was funny, deep inside me. I could feel myself laughing, but somewhere else.

The Italian boy said thanks, to someone. I'm not sure who. Everything rushed if I opened my eyes. Blur. My head flopped just a bit.

I was being pushed backwards. It was darker, the brightness was gone. Then it was back. There was a wall behind me.

"I’m Rocky," said the Italian guy.

Rocky was undoing his belt. The buttons on his fly popped open. I was looking down as he got his dick out, I looked away.

Suddenly it was cold.

“I’m Jackson,” I slurred.

We were standing at the urinal, except I was facing the wrong way. A guy came through the door holding his girlfriends hand

"You’re a friend of Johnny’s aren’t you, handsome man?" said Rocky.

“Johnny Jergan?”

“Yep.”

“Yep.”

The toilets were really bright, and I closed one eye. All the edges were really sharp, the grid patterns were really standing out.

“He’s a good mate.”

“Johnny is the best,” I said. I focused on Rocky’s face. His skin was kind of white and blotchy, but that could have been me. His face was shiny with sweat, his hair was kind of wet but still cool. Thick. I looked away. Two guys wearing the same clothes came through the door, they were chewing fiercely.

“You’re a good dancer,” said Rocky

“Am I,” I said. I looked back at Rocky. There was a strong stream of piss still coming out of him. I looked away. “I like to dance.”

“Yeah, me too,” said Rocky. I looked back at him, he was shaking the last of the piss off his cock. He slipped it back into his jeans and started buttoning the buttons. “It’s nice to have someone to dance with.”

“You have your girlfriend.”

“Yeah, sure, but it’s nice to have guy energy too.”

“Yeah both, we need both.” I wasn’t even sure what I was saying by this point. “It makes the world spin.”

“Ying and Yang.” Rocky stepped to the sink and rinsed his hands under the cold water.

We stood next to each other and gazed at ourselves in the mirror.

“You’re holding up better than me,” said Rocky.

“Oh rubbish, with your cheek bones.”

“Noone would ever guess we’re how many pills,” he looked at me.

“What?”

He pointed at my reflection in the mirror with his chin. “How many pills is that?”

“Ah…”

“If you can’t remember it must be time for another one.”

“Shouldn’t that be if you can’t remember… “but my jaw was quivering and I was losing the will to complete the sentence “Ah, 3, it’s 3.”

“Not bad, you look good for 3.”

“How many you?” I asked.

“I think it is 3 too, and a few lines.”

“Yeah, a couple of lines for me to.”

“As a taster for the night.”

“A starter, is what I always say,” I said. “My buddy Derek always makes me up an enormous line to start the night.

“I think we both look good,” said Rocky.

“Heaven and hell,” I said.

“What? Me and you?” said Rocky.

“No, here and there,” I said.

Rocky laughed. “We should pop another pill before we head back out.

“Yeah, sure,” I said.

We were then both in front of the mirrors with our small plastic bags in our hands trying to open the snap lock and get a pill out.

“Should I wonder about doing this, when I can’t get the bag open.”

“It just means it is more urgent than we first thought,” said Rocky. “And you need to get it into your quicker.”

We finally wrestled our pills from their small plastic bags. We put the pills in our mouths. We both motioned for a drink. Neither of us had water.

“Here, you two boys are in need?” said Magnolia the drag queen. She had just entered the toilets. She handed us her drink, which turned out to be a double whisky and coke, we both washed our pills down.

“Thanks,” I said. I coughed after the strong alcohol.

“Thanks,” said Rocky. He inhaled after the whiskey as though he was catching his breath.

We both did that that’s-too-much face post strong alcohol grimace.

“Charmed,” said Magnolia. She looked Rocky up and down. “Puts hairs on your chest.”

“You’re a life saver,” I said.

“Yeah, much obliged,” said Rocky.

“A girls got to wait for a squat potty anyway before she can get her business done,” said Magnolia. She ran her finger down my nose, I resisted pulling away after she gave us her drink so generously. “You two are adorable.”

“You are adorable too,” said Magnolia looking at Rocky. “You two together?”

“We are right now,” I said.

“Working on it,” said Rocky.

“Well, if you need someone to hold the lube, later,” said Magnolia. “I’m your girl.”

“Well keep that in mind,” said Rocky. He smiled his gorgeous smile.

Right at that moment a cubicle door opened up and two guys in leather came out, both sniffing noticeably. “That’s my opening.”

“I bet you’ve had some great openings,” I said. Meaning shows, but I immediately thought how someone could think otherwise.

“Cheeky,” said Magnolia.

Rocky laughed out loud. “You bet she’s had a few great openings,” he said. “You kill me.”

Rocky was one adorable guy.

“You ready,” he said.

“As I ever will be.”

“Let’s go.” Rocky took my hand. Three guys came in just as we were leaving, all draped over each other.

Rocky led me out of the toilets. Suddenly the world went dark. A wall of sound hit us. Lights flashed. The floor pulsed to the beat. 

Doof. Doof. Doof. Hot. Sweaty. Heat.

The crowd closed in on us. I gazed at Rocky’s wide shoulders as he led me through the people with a strong grip on my hand as though he wasn’t going to let go for any reason.

It all returned instantly. The sweating, the rushing, the dizzy, out of body, feeling. Drained of fluid. Topped up. I saw a couple of distorted faces rush at me and then rush away.

Rocky smiled sweetly back at me and the crowd parted. His girl friend was next to him with the water. They both glanced back at me. He smiled.

The lights flashed. The groove came and got me. I needed to dance. My head was spinning.

Rocky grabbed my arm before I disappeared back into the throbbing crowd. “There is an after party starting directly after this one,” he said. “You should come with us.”

“Yeah, sure, okay,” I said. I wouldn’t be ready to come down any time soon, an after party sounded just like the thing. “Sounds good.”

“We’ll find you, don’t worry,” he said.

We started to dance. Rocky beat the air with his fists. I spun around in circles. Rocky’s girlfriend started to shimmy and roll her arms.