This specific nightclub contained a dramatic twenty five thousand square-foot cutting-edge space in where all the guests were challenged to question their sense of perception and reality. The bass flowed through the floor while everyone threw their hands up in the air. Both Thomas and Guy were not the one's behind the equipment tonight, he didn't have to pull on any switched or scratch any records. He was able to enjoy himself along with his friend who was guided by the music, dancing beside him. Majority of those contained within the club were on the grand central staircase which transports them to the mezzanine level where a huge group of people were enjoying a birds eye view of the action below. Thomas wanted to head up there, but the crowd of people told him otherwise. He stuck on ground floor, but that was where the speakers were vibrating and where the music was best heard.
The music tonight was casual, up beat, easy to dance too. It was the hit of the month's music with a casual flow bass between songs when they overlapped. The DJ's tonight seemed to be having a hard time figuring out what song to play next, so the kept looping a track or two, it was easy to tell, but his ears anyway. The taller male kept loosing track of his shorter friend, so at one point he placed a hand upon Guy's shoulder to let Guy Man guide him to where ever it was he wanted to go. Within his other hand, a drink was placed, fingers curled tightly around the red cup. Unsure, actually, as to what he was drinking -- which was kind of a bad thing -- but he knew it contained alcohol, obviously. Except he barely drank it as it was, considering her was too busy talking and dancing to enjoy the beverage.
Eventually, Someone had tapped Thomas on the shoulder, drawing his attention away from his friend. A woman, short, petite, and long black straight hair outlining her odd yet unique features of her face. The color laser show and pulsing lights were adding to the sensory experience, creating a nightlife mecca, but it began to hurt his eyes after awhile. It made the stranger hard to see -- even though she looked quite cute. They began talking loudly back and forth to each other. She, talking more than he was, which wasn't surprising. The women eventually placed a hand on Thomas' face, complimenting on his cheeks and chin. The touch was obviously welcomed -- though it was odd. The stranger, though Thomas believed she was just being nice, continued to flirt her way closer to him. While Thomas continued to bob his head to the beat of the music throwing through the club. Almost forgetting that he was here with someone else, that he had mentioned he was going to have fun with him just as they always did when they had no other plans to do for the weekend.
Yet, now he found himself forcefully getting distracted, and he had no idea where Guy Man had danced off too.
