6 June 2012
2. Boom. Boom. Boom. The bass drum beat shakes my gut with every pounding blow. The syncopated hiss of synthesisers and cymbals flood my ears and I watch as the mindless people jump in and out of time. Blinding spotlights above survey the entire club with their blue and green eyes. I walk through the sweating crowd, heartbeat pumping calm and steady, unaffected by the deafening subwoofer. My pupils are aglow, alert and wary. They search the oscillating crowd like the spotlights overhead, moving from grinding male to gyrating female. They study each face, each body, looking for the threat; it was there somewhere. It was always there. I push forward towards the source of the light and sound. Shoulder knocks shoulder. A girl catches my eye. I had already seen her long before she had seen me.
5"4ish, minus the heels. Scantily clad, provocatively dressed. Dark hair, possibly brown. Pupils wide, nostrils flared: Cocaine.
She smiles and wanders over to me, like some enchanted puppet. Limbs flow about to the music in her head. I look into her doll-like glass eyes and pretend to smile. For a while we don't touch, she simply dances her exotic dance. I stand watching her sway with the pulsing air around us. She moves in closer. 9 inches away. We are close to the DJ booth now. I watch as the DJ takes a swig from his drink before returning his hand to his headphones and nodding his head with the groove. The pressure of the music on my ears is almost unbearable now. One less sense to use. 7 inches. She closes her eyes, engulfed in the moment. She draws closer and stretches her arms out to touch mine. I continue to stand in place. I notice the drink in her hand, splashing out of control. I move in to her. I reach in my pocket for the pill whilst grasping her hip with the other hand. I keep my eyes fixed on my target. The lights suddenly turn to strobe. White frozen frames of action. Her face jaggedly draws towards mine, her lips closing in. 2 inches. My target looks away for a fraction of a second. Just enough time. I slip the pill into the DJ's glass as the girl closes her eyes to kiss. I turn and leave silently, girl still mid-kiss and DJ returning to his drink. The green and blue lights return. I reach the exit and brush past the bouncers, invisible. My ringing ears just about make out the silence as the music in the club ceases. The inevitable shrill scream echoes down murky alleyways. I locate my car and drive away at the speed limit.
Scenes - Club • Opuss № I