The light, reflected
The space between you and her seems like a swath, left behind by the scything cacophony of light and sound that pulsates the dancefloor.
You can't help but notice her. In a simple dress that might have been in a shade of blue. Maybe green. Grey, perhaps. Everything dark appears grey here.
It was that look. That expectant slow blink of the eyes accompanying the slightest of smile that hooks up at the corner of her mouth. A sway of the head as she starts to move to a familiar tune. She had recognised it from the bassline that was bubbling underneath beat, filtered and tweaked into the fore expertly by the DJ.
She was clearly a regular.
She brought her drink to her mouth, the glass synchronous to her swaying movement. Her lips wrapped a thin crescent of the rim as she drank from the glass. Gin tonic always glows under ultraviolet. The quinine in the tonic was a giveaway. That must be it. Gin and Tonic.
She seemed to be alone. But not lonely. Enjoying the solitude provided by the sea of strangers, their bodies a-gyrating. She was not beautiful. That was not what had captured your attention. She did not smile directly at anyone. She was aloof and seemed more interested in the music.
There was a certain darkness in her that had created an aura to attract you.
You can't help but notice her. In a simple dress that might have been in a shade of blue. Maybe green. Grey, perhaps. Everything dark appears grey here.
It was that look. That expectant slow blink of the eyes accompanying the slightest of smile that hooks up at the corner of her mouth. A sway of the head as she starts to move to a familiar tune. She had recognised it from the bassline that was bubbling underneath beat, filtered and tweaked into the fore expertly by the DJ.
She was clearly a regular.
She brought her drink to her mouth, the glass synchronous to her swaying movement. Her lips wrapped a thin crescent of the rim as she drank from the glass. Gin tonic always glows under ultraviolet. The quinine in the tonic was a giveaway. That must be it. Gin and Tonic.
She seemed to be alone. But not lonely. Enjoying the solitude provided by the sea of strangers, their bodies a-gyrating. She was not beautiful. That was not what had captured your attention. She did not smile directly at anyone. She was aloof and seemed more interested in the music.
There was a certain darkness in her that had created an aura to attract you.
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utterly pretentious writing.
second career?
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