>So this is the same character, Star again, only later on in life. Again it’s short as it was another activity for a writing course – anywho I’ll stop rambling 🙂
They were playing the thumping music so loud I could feel it vibrating in my rib cage. Hot bodies were pressed all around me, jumping to the beat and lights flashed in the darkness. I looked around but could not see my quarry. I pushed between the writhing masses and tried to head toward the bar, I might be able to get a better look around from there. I barrelled out from the dance floor and straight into someone. A very tall and broad someone. I looked up and up, about to mouth my apologies when I was caught in a bruising grip and familiar glare.
‘What the fuck?’ He said. I’m not very good at lip reading but even I got that much.
‘Ah, hi Josh, fancy meeting you here,’ I rambled on trying to extricate my arms, any harder and I would have a nice set of finger bruises. He shook his head at me and motioned to the side, I guess he couldn’t hear either.
Josh clearly didn’t share the same problems getting through the crowd I had, people simply cleared out of his path like Moses parting the Red Sea. But maybe if I was over six foot and had a natural air of menace about me perhaps I wouldn’t have been getting trampled all night either. I was not impressed, however, to see I was being hauled into the Men’s toilets. Josh shouldered the heavy black door and heaved me in after him as I wriggled and literally tried to dig my heels in. There was a man standing at a long stainless steel urinal. Nice.
‘You!’ Josh said loudly in the relevant quiet, ‘Piss off.’
The poor man jumped back as if he had been struck and without putting himself away, yes unfortunately I did notice, he staggered out. I looked resentfully after him. I could argue with Josh, in fact I would argue with him, but we both knew I wouldn’t win. My night’s hunting was about to come to an untimely end.