an odyssey as we fell out of yet another cab and into yet another club.
I The glow of several cigarettes lit my path behind the others as we walked up to the main road. Marble Arch. Dry mouth, saliva. Escaping the Tube.The subterranean thunder of an approaching train. Was that someone busking with an accordion? Sounds had become tinnier. Lights had begun to leave streaks like a long exposure photograph. Hammersmith. A beer, or three, had vanished. Stumbling. Oyster Card swipes and tube trains. Jack Daniels had been and gone. What had happened earlier this evening? I continued to walk forward, feeling vaguely as if I was being led somewhere.The main room of the club swirled by – a bright, expensive hall of mirrors. My lace was loosening on my shoe. What if I tripped? Someone had slapped me on the back; was that friendly or had I knocked into someone’s drink? I looked around for the others before remembering they were the figures in front of me. As the air changed from icy and thin in my lungs to thick and humid my head span. Nausea. We walked straight past the queue, and a grinning bouncer walked us through the door. Glass crunched underfoot. Stepping out of a taxi followed swiftly by the others, I found myself at the front of a long queue for a Mayfair nightclub.
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