You could say that I've been here before and that would be an understatement. This place is merely one in a series. Queue the strobe light, breathe in the new gust of smoke, and move to avoid the stumbling girl who had way too much to drink. She's going to reach for her friend right….now. "Hey! Whoops! Sorry about that, I didn't see you there." Wide eyes take me in and I notice her torn baby pink dress. She's missing a shoe and her eyes tell me that she peeked 3 mollys ago. "'Ssso kay." This is just too easy. "Hey, let me help you. Us girls have to look out for one another, don't we?" I laugh as she grabs onto my wrist a little too tightly. We're the only ones in this corner. On the stage Matt is really working the beat and everyone has fallen into a clam sway. Everything is going to work out if I can just get this bimbo bitch to the bathroom.
The club is as large as a gym with a matt finish on its black walls. The dull finish absorbs most of the lights and anchors the eyes. The floor is stained the color of rust and hard concrete. The bar covers two walls in an L shape. It's sleek and modern with it's black wood and white countertops. The lights are green and red blown glass ords and they sprinkle along the ceiling, hanging low, but not low enough for you to touch. The bar meets the stage, effectively creating a barrier that keeps the crowd contained. The wall that isn't covered with anything has a few trash cans and the bathrooms. Those aren't the bathrooms I need to get her to. I need her to go through this little side door that no one notices and into the private bathroom. The sooner I do this, the sooner I can go home. "Hey! Where're…. where?..." Apparently, she's decided to become aware of her surroundings. Fuck me. I plaster on the best smile I've got and say as soothingly as possible "In here! Duh! Didn't you know there were more bathrooms? My friend owns this place and these are kind of kept secret. Unless, you come here a lot and then you eventually find them by stumbling around. Am I right?" I giggle as I drag her into the bathroom. Its bright white subway tile has my eyes stinging and the tiny red pedestal sink makes me think that this bathroom is the total embodiment of London in 70s. Why? Don't fucking ask me. My brain doesn't necessarily think the way other's do. The checker board tile on the floor, however, is moving up the sides of the wall now, apparently, not just for me but for this chick as well. Her eyes start rolling back in her head as she slumps on the toilet rather un-ladylike. I mean, come on. Have some class. Her long brown hair is all over her face as she rolls her head from side to side. If she wasn't in such a state as this she'd be really cute. I could picture her at Woodstock with her soft brown hair and light blonde highlights caught in the wind as she dances in white cut off shorts and a denim button-up. Except, tonight we're in a bathroom in Berlin at a rave and I need to get what I came for.
"Hey, be careful! Let me help you out. I'll take your pocket book so you don't drop it. This floor looks really gross and junk." I say while ripping the tiny bedazzled purse out of her hands. She starts mumbling and I mean, this is really going way too smoothly. I haven't had to put up with any resistance. I open the purse and examine its contents. I take out her phone, wallet, and then her keys. Lucky me, she has the USB right on her key chain. I'll still keep the phone because God knows that's always useful. The wallet isn't really that important except that I really like to be sure that I've got the person I was actually searching for. The contents of the wallet are pretty messy. She's obviously a big time party girl judging by the club cards and loads of cash. One card in particular catches my eye and I make sure to pocket it. One can never have too much in terms of black mail.
Before I just leave her here I take the drugs out of her purse and put her wallet back inside. I place it on her lap with one hand on top of it. I don't really care about someone finding her or seeing me. I do know the guy who owns this place so he obviously knew that this sort of thing could happen. But, I have the feeling that leaving out the door just wouldn't be smart. My gut is screaming at me that it wouldn't be so I follow its orders and look up to see the window that is on the wall next to the toilet. I can't actually reach it unless….. "Whoops." I push her off the toilet and climb on top of the porcelain thrown. I can just reach the window and I pop it open while hoisting myself through it and into the ally. At least when they find her it'll look like she just passed out drunk. I took the drugs partially for this reason. I don't need the police getting involved since these drugs came from Mello. I reach the front entrance and step to the front of the line. I slide my hand under the UV light and enter the rave once again. This time I veered left to a staircase that takes me to the VIP section. A nearly naked cocktail waitress nearly side swipes me on the way up. "Oh, sweetie! I'm so sorry! It just got dark all of the sudden and I couldn't see the step or you." She laughs like it's the funniest thing and I just smile back without saying anything. There isn't any reason for me to be rude, but I am just so tired and I've had the most sickening feeling ever since we got here.
When I reach the top I see various plush booths but there is one against the railing that has the best view of the stage and I know that's the one Mello will have. Matt, Mello, and I are never out of each other's sights for very long. It was one of the conditions they made me agree too. I wasn't really surprised that it wasn't a choice, but I was touched that they made the rule out of concern for me. The floor is still the same stained concrete but the booths are a deep maroon accented with plush black stain cushions. Dirty is the only word I can think of to describe my opinion. If it was my house then I'd be fine with the nice fabric but this is a rave club and that means one thing: bodily fluids. I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I hear Mello's deep voice. "You made it. Are you okay? You look sick." He moves over to make room for me and pats the booth's bottom cushion. I sit down and it doesn't take long for me to realize that I am fading fast. I can barely hold my eyes open. "Hey." Mello's breath ghosts over my neck and he pulls me close to him. I don't see the point in fighting sleep anymore. I'm safe and Matt is safe and Mello is right here. "You really don't feel good?" The concern in his voice is new. Mello and I are friends but I guess I figured that we'd always be friends at an emotional arms length away. "Yeah, I feel like I can't….I just…..don't move,…please…." I turned my head into Mello's shoulder and nestled into the crook of his neck. The music may have been blaring and the smell of smoke and weed permeated through my mind, but I was engulfed in the blackness of sleep at last and it would take much more than that to wake me.