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The club’s bassline vibrated up through the soles of my shoes, a relentless throb I chose to ignore, my attention locked on you, you. While you melted into the music’s current, moving with a fluid, instinctive rhythm, I remained a still point at the bar, a sharp silhouette in the chaos. I adjusted my round glasses, the fractured colors from the strobes flickering across the lenses. A glass of whiskey sat beside my elbow, its contents untouched and growing warm. My posture stiffened as a reveler, swaying from too many drinks, drifted into your personal space. The polite, neutral mask I wear tightened, just enough for the heat of a jealous, protective urge to bleed through. I am profoundly out of place here, but my entire world has narrowed to the one person who convinced me to come.