Chapter 35

The evening was getting darker. But the spirit of the party was heating up. Liam didn't know how his event organizers did it, but dancing poles had been set up and three strippers were on the platform, doing their thing. The DJ had gotten high, because the song he dished now had shifted from mild to hardcore.

Liam had empty bottles of wine and glasses seated before him on the table, also ashtrays filled with burnt up cigars, some half smoked.

The colors of the lights — multicolored and swirling — danced around his eyes, the loudness of the jam, the strippers moving their bodies ever alluringly, the sight of his many friends getting drunk and high on stone: all of these brought a sudden nostalgic feeling to Liam. His clubbing life.

"Where had it gone?" was the question that popped into his mind. He tried to recall the last time he hit a club as he used to, but he couldn't. His life, of late, had been centered mainly on his work, and trying to keep his family together. Well, that wasn't