Thirteen

Alex

The music was blaring loud, the boom from the speakers was pounding, sending reverberations through my body.

The strobing lights and the sudden change from multiple colors to darkness were enough to give one a headache.

But I was used to it, barely paying any attention as I dutifully wiped the inside of a shot glass, before giving it to my coworker, Dylan, to pour out a shot for the customer in front of him.

I’ve been working here for almost a month now and I had gotten the hang of things, but nothing could prepare me for the change that came in like a flood.

For the first time in nearly a month,— and from what I had heard, months— Vinz Club was packed full to the brim.

There were people dancing, drinking, humping and gyrating against each other, making out, throwing up in all corners of the club.

It was rather shocking.

The people that came here were usually depressed, trying to drink their sorrows away, so what was up with the emotion change? It didn’t make sense.

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