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Colours of spring — Chapter 1
Seven colours thundered across the dance floor, each a laser cutting through the cigarette tang and cheap perfume. Bodies lost in the music, a pulsating mix of queens, queers, and stripped back lesbians all seeking something. Ecstasy was hands raised to fake heaven, passed around in pill form, almost washed down with regret, though that was for the morning. Heat, hot, visceral, each curve a fire waiting to happen after three rum and cokes. Jack was downed neat, though shots were best left for when the cheap bottles ran out. Through it all she walked, sinews carving shapes to the cheesy pop song. Steps. Abba. Aqua. Much as she longed for faster vibes, her was her flick of the wrist, snap of the fingers, longing gazed passed over the redhead by the bar.
Of course it was a redhead. Even through the haze auburn hair snapped her gaze. For a moment she caught her gaze, a coy smile, knowing. Confidence, or was it simply three bottles down?
Next song was just the break she needed. Across the floor others hopped on in, bodies soon lost to the pulse, the beat drifting them away from whatever reality lay beyond the doors.
“Charlotte”.
She turned, red hair now a breath away. Eyes locked for a moment more, this time a wry smile, knowing. “Charlotte, though my mates call me Charlie”.
