As the night dawned

..anorexic girls with petite waists dressed in skimpy black outfits haphazardly swayed to the booming meaningless music. Most of the girls on the floor with their heavy make-up and straightened hair ended up looking like clones. The vivacious lights danced on the women, trying to cover them up. Mindless chatter hummed in the background where gossip tossed with seasoned back biting provided enough entertainment in the smoky atmosphere. Jealousy was almost tangible. While the women accused each other of sleeping her way through, the macho sex with their gelled hair would be huddled together boisterously betting against each other about their pick-ups for the night, exchanging back slaps or fiddling a swanky new gadget. Boys & their toys !!! Some secluded themselves to the overly stuffed cushions with partners attached to their lips. Talk about being private in public !
The plates lay piled in a corner. Besides, when did food ever have a higher priority while alcohol was around? Guys to their beers and weirdly named Vodkas, while the ladies twiddled umbrellas in cocktails and sipped their Cokes.
Plastic smiles, customary kisses, heartless hugs, obligatory socializing. At the end of day or rather the beginning of the day, none would leave with whom they arrived and all they are left over with is a hangover and a vague recollection of hallucinating memories.

Psst: The author isn't trying to sound like a conservative critic, for she isn't one. This post is merely a narration. Do drink to her glory for this is her 150th post ! Cheers ! :D

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