My head was swimming a bit as I entered the Club again, my mind drifting to the alt metal blasting out the speakers. I look around, it’s maybe 11 pm and people have just started arriving. I came at opening to have some time to talk with my promoter friend and the two DJs I know that spin industrial/goth/alternative music there. One of the DJs and some friends of his and a random dude were who I’d smoked a bit of herb with, but we all scatter to opposite ends of the club when we get in. Anti-social is the mood, and some young new people arrive and look around surveying the bar and its freakily dressed patrons.There are around 15 people in the bar, I think about how much I like nearly empty bars as ore people show up. My sister’s ex boyfriend and the crew of people he hangs around with show up. I stand up and say hi, the Faint is playing on the speakers so I go and dance. A few songs later and a bit sweaty I go back to my table to see it’s taken over by people i’ve never seen before. I politely grab my jacket and start looking around the club for people to conglomerate with.
After a few minutes I track down both of my DJ friends and offer a smallish joint. They both say sure and we head outside again. I light a cigarette and look for other people to come with us. Thankfully the girl in the white PVC is nowhere to be seen. Some social climbing types come up and start talking to the DJs and then we decide its time to go into the graffiti covered alleyway. On one wall is a commissioned mural, on the other is random marker scrawl by people who are clearly more insane than me. I at least can delete things off of the internet. We laugh about the new graffiti and DJ one lights up his fat party joint. DJ two pulls out a pipe. The tall blonde woman with hooker boots joins us. She turns out to be nicer than I expected. I remark at how beautiful and tall she is, without any intention of hitting on her, she is in fact far too tall for my 5 foot 7 frame to feel adult with. Still she is stunning and sweet. She doesn’t smoke so she refuses the joint. My gay friend joins us as he was looking for the blonde and immediately inserts himself next in line for the shrinking joint. We’re talking about fashion and fireworks, while the dim drone of the music playing in the club drifts out the open door around the corner outside of the alley. My gay friend mentions that the blonde and I are both single, I nervously point out that I’m not looking and the blonde agrees. We laugh about it, and I light my joint.
The half moon is visible above the club through the hole in the buildings, standing tall like forest pines. My DJ friends begin asking me if I’d heard various songs. My answer to all but the pop songs is yes. I mention some European songs I like and one of them copies it into their phone. DJ two is complaining about how his girlfriend never has any time for him. I call him a bitch and we laugh. Then DJ two launches into a tale about him and an ex that relates to DJ one’s woes. I bless my singlehood. The joints finished everyone decides to go in. I’m feeling really tired so I say my goodbyes to all the people there I know and grab the bus home.