The neon lights of the club flickered with intensity, casting an array of colors across the dark, pulsating dance floor.
The heavy bass of the music vibrated through the ground, sending waves of energy that swept the crowd into a frenzy. The air was thick with the smell of perfume, sweat, and alcohol, while the flashing lights painted a surreal picture of movement and sound. People, dressed to impress, swayed to the rhythm of the night, their bodies moving with abandon. Some laughed, some shouted over the din, while others simply danced, letting their worries go as the night unfolded.
Mikey sat at the edge of the bar, nursing a martini. He maintained his composure whilst still, keeping his eyes locked on the center of the dance floor- where Angela moved with effortless grace.
