One Night

A liqueur glass, a champagne glass, a brandy glass, a white wine glass, a bordeaux glass, hmmm... He knew well which glass was suitable for what. His mind already was in a state of total confusion, but still having such kind of rest obviously needed for him as he thought. He pressed his phone to his ear while his eyes fixed on the glass in front of him. He was waiting… No one answered. He didn’t feel the air-conditioning much, even though it worked. It was hot. He felt how his shirt stuck to his back. He loved coming here. When around midnight the doors closed, all the fun just began. He had come here with Pete but where he was, he didn’t know. At the beginning, he tried to find him. No, really… He tried but then somehow he forgot about his weak attempt and took a drink from the waitress’s tray. Time passed by quickly. Then he looked up and saw her at the end of the hall. She was wearing her strict tweed suit which made her stand out from the dancers. She was standing there with such an expression on her face that he at once realized how furious she was. This time she didn’t come to him. This time she didn’t take his hand in desire to help him to get up. This time when she saw him, she turned on her heels and walked away.


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