gentle smile,
three other dancers join you on the dance floor, two women and a man, all a bit
younger than you, and you wave your arms wildly, and you close your eyes, and
you don’t open them even once in fifteen minutes, until Mélanie whispers in your
ear that she’s going back to sit at the bar, your chance to look around, more
people than before, five dancers on the dance floor, and you dance even harder,
and you close your eyes again, and you thrash about for another thirty minutes,
finally exhaustion sets in, you’re winded, you stop, your hands on your thighs,
deep breaths, hair pasted to your forehead with sweat, drenched shirt, now there
are over a dozen dancers surrounding you, including a girl, early thirties,
cute, a good dancer, you sidle over and literally shout that you’d love to sleep
with her, she stares, gives an incredulous laugh then turns her back on you, but
you insist, but you take her arm, but you ask her what she has to say, and she
wants you to leave her alone, she wants you to let go, she wants to get away,
and the guy with her finally steps in, he asks you what you think you’re up to,
you explain that all you want is to screw his friend, but the guy doesn’t find
it funny, the guy stares you down, the guy orders you to back off, and you
confront him full of
- It’s gotta be fifteen years since my last fight, but I’m sure it’ll all come
back to me in no time! I gotta say, I like the idea!
arrogance, the guy looks puzzled then, he must think he
couldn’t win against you, you’re smaller than he is but more built, so he gives
a nervous laugh instead then turns his back on you, but you grab his shoulder,
but you jerk him round to face you, but you punch him in the nose, and the guy
reels, loses his balance, falls to the floor, confusion among the dancers, the
girl’s cries, your right foot connecting with the guy’s ribs, your foot raised
for a second go, but arms pull you back, Mélanie’s arms, Mélanie telling you to
stop, but you push her away, kick him twice more as he lies moaning on the
floor, then you stop, you moisten your lips convulsively, the patrons circling
you, worried hostile expressions, the girl sobbing hysterically, two customers
head toward you with fire in their eyes, their intentions couldn’t be clearer,
but Mélanie grabs your arm again, tells you you’ve got to leave right away, you
walk to the exit then, outside, you pace back and forth snickering, Mélanie
appears a minute later, she’s got your coat, you put it on, open wide your arms
as you breathe in the cold night air, literally
- Damn! How did I go without that for so long!
exulting, Mélanie tells you your attitude leads nowhere but you cut her off
roughly, nothing happened to you so she can stop her lecturing, Mélanie sighs,
Mélanie runs a hand through her hair, Mélanie says she’s going home, and you
retort that she can do whatever the fuck she wants, you’re going to another
club, you start walking,you hear her behind you begging you
not to do anything stupid, so you turn and your cries engulf the
- What does that mean?! Nothing!
dark street, you stride off, Mélanie’s voice still behind you telling you that
tomorrow morning she’s going someplace, she’d like you to go with her, she could
pick you up at nine, but you don’t say a word, you keep walking with the
confidence of a soldier entering conquered territory, your coat undone,
impervious to the biting cold, you pass several bars but it’s a nightclub you
want, finally you find one, step inside, leave your coat at the coat check, an
almost full room, the average age around twenty-two, several people look at you
like you’re a dinosaur, you couldn’t care less, you even return their gaze with
an arrogance of your own, you head for the bar, one beer, then another, lots of
pretty young girls, fifteen minutes during which you drink
three other dancers join you on the dance floor, two women and a man, all a bit
younger than you, and you wave your arms wildly, and you close your eyes, and
you don’t open them even once in fifteen minutes, until Mélanie whispers in your
ear that she’s going back to sit at the bar, your chance to look around, more
people than before, five dancers on the dance floor, and you dance even harder,
and you close your eyes again, and you thrash about for another thirty minutes,
finally exhaustion sets in, you’re winded, you stop, your hands on your thighs,
deep breaths, hair pasted to your forehead with sweat, drenched shirt, now there
are over a dozen dancers surrounding you, including a girl, early thirties,
cute, a good dancer, you sidle over and literally shout that you’d love to sleep
with her, she stares, gives an incredulous laugh then turns her back on you, but
you insist, but you take her arm, but you ask her what she has to say, and she
wants you to leave her alone, she wants you to let go, she wants to get away,
and the guy with her finally steps in, he asks you what you think you’re up to,
you explain that all you want is to screw his friend, but the guy doesn’t find
it funny, the guy stares you down, the guy orders you to back off, and you
confront him full of
- It’s gotta be fifteen years since my last fight, but I’m sure it’ll all come
back to me in no time! I gotta say, I like the idea!
arrogance, the guy looks puzzled then, he must think he
couldn’t win against you, you’re smaller than he is but more built, so he gives
a nervous laugh instead then turns his back on you, but you grab his shoulder,
but you jerk him round to face you, but you punch him in the nose, and the guy
reels, loses his balance, falls to the floor, confusion among the dancers, the
girl’s cries, your right foot connecting with the guy’s ribs, your foot raised
for a second go, but arms pull you back, Mélanie’s arms, Mélanie telling you to
stop, but you push her away, kick him twice more as he lies moaning on the
floor, then you stop, you moisten your lips convulsively, the patrons circling
you, worried hostile expressions, the girl sobbing hysterically, two customers
head toward you with fire in their eyes, their intentions couldn’t be clearer,
but Mélanie grabs your arm again, tells you you’ve got to leave right away, you
walk to the exit then, outside, you pace back and forth snickering, Mélanie
appears a minute later, she’s got your coat, you put it on, open wide your arms
as you breathe in the cold night air, literally
- Damn! How did I go without that for so long!
exulting, Mélanie tells you your attitude leads nowhere but you cut her off
roughly, nothing happened to you so she can stop her lecturing, Mélanie sighs,
Mélanie runs a hand through her hair, Mélanie says she’s going home, and you
retort that she can do whatever the fuck she wants, you’re going to another
club, you start walking,you hear her behind you begging you
not to do anything stupid, so you turn and your cries engulf the
- What does that mean?! Nothing!
dark street, you stride off, Mélanie’s voice still behind you telling you that
tomorrow morning she’s going someplace, she’d like you to go with her, she could
pick you up at nine, but you don’t say a word, you keep walking with the
confidence of a soldier entering conquered territory, your coat undone,
impervious to the biting cold, you pass several bars but it’s a nightclub you
want, finally you find one, step inside, leave your coat at the coat check, an
almost full room, the average age around twenty-two, several people look at you
like you’re a dinosaur, you couldn’t care less, you even return their gaze with
an arrogance of your own, you head for the bar, one beer, then another, lots of
pretty young girls, fifteen minutes during which you drink
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