Volya was more than a little inebriated as he danced to the heartbeat of the club music that pounded through his ears. It was a chaotic, almost frantic pulse of bodies way too close together to be socially appropriate. His body flitted amongst the throng that littered the dance floor, gyrating at nothing in particular. His mind was almost in another plane of existence as he made his way through.
Volya could only vaguely remember that he’d been on a date only minutes prior and his companion left him because he was too stiff and acted like an “old codgerâ€. Well look at him now, he thought, not so stiff now was he? The nearly 40 year old put an increasingly uncoordinated hand through his hair as he looked around at the surrounding area. There were couples doing things that could only be loosely construed as dancing and others just drinking together, looking on at the convulsing mass that was the dance floor at the moment.
His arm leaned heavily on one of the cold metal railings that lined either side of the short set of stairs, which separated the dance pit from the seating that lined the central area. The bar was directly to his left, and the exit to his right around a pillar. He had a choice at this point, go back to the bar and drink his cares away or leave with whatever shred of dignity he had left. He distantly felt presences around him but at this moment his mind was blur as his body gently leaned against a support beam. It was almost like he was feeling the weight of his body for the first time, resting there as he contemplated his options.
