‘You have to leave, miss. The club is closed’
Bang. Bang. Bang.
My head spins
I sit down and pull my knickers up.
What the hell had happened?
I remember Tracey with her arm around my shoulders
‘Don’t worry sis, I’ll look after ya’
The night had started off great
Then down a spiral staircase
A man behind a hole in the wall takes our money
Looking like a miniature whore in make-up and heels
I was let in
Vibrating wooden floors
Flashing white teeth
Air thick with smoke
The green type
Tracey hands me half a lager
‘Get that down ya. I’ll see if I can score ’
The first mouthful tasted like earwax
Why do adults drink this?
I put the glass on the bar
A Rasta with six-foot dreads hands me a joint
I had seen it done before
So took a nice
And held it down as long as I could
Then one more
I was done
The music was inviting
A fog rolled in
I remember swaying in time to the base
Sensing an encroaching tsunami
I sat on a chair
Flitting in and out of consciousness...