It's loud, sweat pours from the brown in gentle steady flow. A red warm candle glow flickers around you, illuminating your features and the flesh around you.
Laughter and talking, no, loud talking and straining to hear, as you move close to your friends ears to speak and listen, bobbing sideways in forward motion like chickens strung out on coke and rum. The conversation is nothing profound, just simple chit chat mixed in with that loud, loud music. Some are tired, some are rip roaring ready to go swing to hip hop's violent and lovely sweeping fast beats. Pop culture in loud rhythms and sounds.
It's the corner of a club, some club, and the whole house it vibrates and reverberates and penetrates deep through your entire body. To an outsider it could all appear so mind boggling, confusing and even dizzying. But it isn't, no, its merely a form of socializing in the heart of the city. As the DJ speaks like God to the crowd in a wonderful steady rhythm and that crowd how it talks right back