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Even though they were strangers, she kept finding him at these EDM club nights. They were developing some kind of connection. She was finding lust for him a little bit more than the last time. All they would do would dance. She thought she wanted him so badly, it might be love.
Being around the rave scene, it was changing her. She stopped collecting rocks at beaches near her work, and instead looked at new outfits and new ways to allure the room. She’d love going to raves just for the music.
The last time she went to a rave, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Every time she leaned into his arms, she could feel his erection and it sent a heatwave through her body. Every time they faced each other they would grab at each other’s hair. The music pounded in her ear when she pulled him closer. She was ready to kiss his neck, bite his shoulder, run her hands down his back. He moved away from her. His friend walked up as she reached a fever pitch.
“Drinks?” his friend asked.
He left the girl, giving her a smile with hair in his eyes, as he went to join his friends in the scene.
She joined her friends after as well, disappointed that he didn’t want to get to know each other more. She felt ghosted. He’d often disappear. She thought he was club hoping. She thought he was out at the next club teasing some next girl. She didn’t feel beautiful. Maybe in the way a Spiritualist or Christian might claim everyone is beautiful, but she meant beautiful like the power to melt men. She’d never make a magazine cover or sell Converse Shoes on a billboard. Not enough to make him want to get to know her more. She knew she could make up for it with her outfit and make up though, she could glow through with the beauty she truly desired and lose the middle American aesthetics that were blessed by her genetics.
She hoped to see him at the next club night.
Very recently, she has been more and more open to molly. Was it addicting? The scene itself seems to have been made to intensify the experience and make a place that it was almost safe to use it. She didn’t enjoy booze at these events, she would see her friends get too drunk and know that the experience wasn’t for her. She’d drink water.
She’d make sure to go out most Friday nights, the club she’d go to wasn’t the most popular but felt the most inclusive. The stairway down to the entrance kept red lights glowing along its side, welcoming those inside with an other worldly glow. They kept the stairs amazingly clean considering how dirty this part of downtown could get. She knew the door guy. She’d just breeze right in. She’d buy her molly right from the owner- or more typically be given it.
The owner was almost fourty. Nothing to look at. He had some big thing over some girl she didn’t know. This visit though, he had a special drug for her.
“Garamon” he leans forward towards her raising his hand shrugging “Tryptophane-based cocktail, with a dopamine precursor and hydrochloric acid fluoxetine, enriched in active enzyme. Mostly used to treat depression, but it has some amazing psychodelic side effects. Nothing too crazy, it’s no Psilocybin or anything like that. Just a seretonin dump with some colorful blurring. Bad trips aren’t possible.”
She found them to be like large horsepills- she didn’t really know what horsepills look like but they were abnormally large from what she was used to.
“Let me get with my friends and I’ll try it,” she says holding it up to the light. It was almost solid white like a large smooth pumpkin seed.
She went out to meet her friends, and she popped the pill and chased it with some vodka tonic. It took a minute, but she could begin to see the auras of all the people in the room, rippling off them like rainbows. A blur of blur and yellow vibrating off of them like liquid dust with every movement. There was a distinct lack of a body high which made her feel like it wasn’t fully on yet. The beauty of the room vibrated as the auras mixed in the scene intensely. People glowed with an arch above them, with colors projecting out of their sides. From a sideview you could clearly see the throat vibrate out the most passionately. Their throat auras glowed expansion, expressiveness, extroversion, social activity, desire for connection, gregariousness, positive outlook, and a sense of adventure. She couldn’t literally see what they represented obviously, she was just assigning things to the colors based off of her experience with crystals.
She could see him from across the room. The man she’s pressed up against but didn’t really know. He glowed red, red vines reaching out in every grasping at the physical items around him. His aura was the only one that seemed aware of its surroundings with its movements. Veins reaching out piercing the room searching. He makes eye contact.
