Maybe it was the beat of the music, or the ambiance of the whole place. Maybe it was spending every Friday night with my friends. Maybe it was dancing with no care in the world. Whatever it was, it had me coming back for more and more. The strobe lights and neon beams flashed through the club, setting the mood. People jumping all around in a big mosh, forgetting all the worries they had earlier in the day. Everyone was set free, and it was a good feeling. The club name, 21 <, written all over the place. The drink in my hand occasionally spilling over the edge. The cute guys in every corner, the rockin’ DJ, the comforting smell. All of those things could make me smile; make me happy. At least something could.
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