by Mark Mahon

Created on: September 24, 2009

Boom, boom, boom reverberated across the dance floor. Laser lights of a myriad of colours ricocheted off the floor and walls. Courtney moved her body. She moved in ways that most of the girls surrounding her were not yet able to master; in ways that emphasised the reasons that they were there. Throughout the evening, Courtney had stood abreast men, no boys, who suavely sidled up to her with promises of courtship rituals long forgotten, only to merge into arm flinging windmill imbeciles who made the word suave appear misspelled.

Courtney was molested by her dress. The swelling of her upper body complemented the roundness of lower down. She was older than most of the birds waggling their tails around her but she considered that it had been too long since the failing of her last relationship. Courtney had seen it all before. Her senses roamed the room as she contemplated the reasons for her being there.

A man, a real man, sat at the bar. His demeanour stood out among the crowd. She thought that he might have been holding a cigarette in his left hand; she was not sure because smoking was not allowed, but the halo of haze that lingered around him caught her attention. Despite the noise, despite the lights, despite the activity, Courtney swore to herself that she could hear a whisper clearly beckoning within her mind. It silently screamed, "Come and meet me, come and meet me".

Courtney meandered towards the bar and pretended to try to catch the barman's attention. "May I buy you a drink?" purred a sound that she could not remember ever hearing. She turned to the owner of the voice and held back a gasp as she looked into his eyes. It was as if she was standing at the foot of a glacier and she was watching great pieces breaking off and, in slow motion, silently plunging into the ocean. It was hypnotising.

"Um, yea, a bourbon please" was all that she could mutter.

The vibration of his voice began again, "I have noticed that you appear to be here by yourself tonight."

"Mmm, I had to get out of the house; I was beginning to feel cooped up."

"I am from out of town; I think that I'm getting too old for these places. I am sure that the music is louder than I remember." There was no cigarette, yet there still seemed to be a miasma surrounding him as he summoned the bar tender.

Courtney felt light headed. She could hear him talk yet there were constant whispers slinking about her mind. "You are beautiful...you are amazing...I have been waiting for you...I want you." Courtney

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