We headed straight to the bar, past all of the sweaty bodies writhing tighter on the dance floor.

The lights pulsated in different colors to the music and I couldn't hear my thoughts in here. It was perfect. 

I saw the liquor on the glass shelves behind the bar. The lamps shed a cold light over the bottles and I was salivating by the time was got there. 

“Tequila please,” I said and put my hands on the bar. 

The bartender furrowed his brows and grabbed the ...