So we didn’t wait. Coat still on. His hand over my mouth because the attendant was two feet away pretending not to exist.
Tag: dancing
Started at 22. Ended in a basement where the floor pulled my heels off. That’s the London arc and I refuse to skip either half.
Because Mia smiled and I looked expensive. We repaid him by disappearing into the booth and never buying bottle service.
Someone’s friend-of-a-friend had access. No licence, just speakers and a view of the City looking cheap. I danced like the content was already posted. It wasn’t. Yet.