The drink makes you bold. You’ve had several of them all night. Not quite drunk, not quite sober. You are acting on instinct, no longer inhibited by doubts or frustrations. You take your final sip, place the glass down, and look around.

The place is dark, yet the lights are dim and bright enough to see the people around you. Everyone is dressed real nice, looking their best and feeling good about it. Some are sitting, some standing. Others are moving, talking, smiling, drinking, dancing, caressing… the bodies are close yet there is enough room to sway to the booming music. You cannot resist the beats yourself.

You approach the girl, looking at her, and begin to dance real close. She responds to you and moves in close as well. You don’t care about how bad you think you look dancing. It doesn’t matter how fancy your moves are. Your hands seem to move on their own. You hold her hand and the two of you let the music carry you away. Nothing in the world could bother you now. There are no worries. No apprehensions. No regrets. No pressure. You feel nothing but a light euphoria that you don’t want to end. Your hands are now holding her hips, and she makes no move to reject you. In fact, she moves in tighter, and your bodies are now embracing each other. The intimacy rouses you. Your bodies twist and turn to the music; your legs bend up and down, your shoulders sway this way and that, and your hips move back and forth.

You are caught up in the moment. The atmosphere has intoxicated you—and it feels good.

It feels like forever, but after a while, the hold you two have on each other loosens. You don’t feel any disappointment at all as she steps back and moves on her own. You take a brief look at her and admire her. Not just for her beauty, but for the fact that she shared those moments of bliss with you just now. You then turn and walk back to get yourself another drink.