Drink plenty of fluids.

18 Sep

“I SAID IT’S TIME TO GO HOME”. 

To Sandie he looks like a fish, his mouth opening and closing. 

DOOF DOOF DOOF

“WHAAAAT???”

She reaches to grab his shirt, but he is already out the door and heading for the corner. Astonishingly, she knows she can fly… yes really fly… and swoops down the steps behind him, landing effortlessly by his side.

“I’ve called a ride. Are you coming with me?” He looks tired and shitty. “Please don’t puke in the Uber”.

But magically and so swiftly that it takes her breath away, Sandie is flying again. This time up and over the heads of the people queueing for taxis, over the bored bouncers and  back into the front door of the club, into its throbbing embrace.

 

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