True

In the back seat, I crack the cab window.

The wind blows, as I breathe in the cool air.

My eyes feel like they're spinning in my head.

I can barely focus as the lights from the downtown high rises rush past the vehicle.

Kaithan is laughing with Alex about something stupid but I'm too out of my head to focus on what.

He reaches over me and closes the window.

He asks me what the fuck I'm thinking and yells for the cabbie to turn the heat up.

The driver follows suit.

The heat feels like sun stroke.

I begin to cough uncontrollably.

Kaithan and Alex continue laughing as he hands me a water bottle.

I take a swig, but it burns.

He whispers that we're almost there.

I smell cigarettes and a hint of man on him.

The cab stops outside a dark nightclub in a run down part of town.

I can feel the thumping from the music even before we exit the car.

Kaithan reaches over me to open the passengers side door and climbs over me.

His black cut off jean vest brushes my face.

This sends a shiver down my back.

Alex exits her side of the car and meets up with Kaithan.

They both reach into the car and pull me to my feet.

I feel as if I'm on a rocking ship, but they prop me up to pass as sober.

At the door Alex removes her faux fur mini jacket and shakes her tits at the bouncer.

She slaps him across the face, followed by a lick along his thick side burn.

He grabs her ass and winks at Kaithan before letting us pass.

The club door swings open and deafens me instantly.

I look back at the bouncer who motions to me, but Kaithan puts his arm around my waist and leads me inside.

"What did I take?" I ask him, but he demonically grins and rushes to the bar.

Alex props me against the grungy wall so she can use the bathroom.

Inside, the club house music shakes the abstract art frames littered throughout the club.

Above the entrance is an upside down cross.

The paint throughout the building is chipped and spray painted over with various graffiti.

A majority of the bar patrons are leather punks.

Men on men.

Women on Women.

Zipper suits on Furries.

Latex on suicide girls.

A sexual utopia for the deranged and misplaced.

Even though the sites are somewhat terrifying and new, I'm not instantly turned off by their unity.

Everyone dances and grinds to the DJ, who spins vinyl records at a booth that sporadically ignites flames.

My knees nearly buckle as Kaithan returns.

Luckily the soles of my shoes stick to the club floor.

He hands me a beer and scans the crowd.

He yells something to me, but I can't make it out.

I spot Alex across the room inserting money into a glass box that houses a transgendered guy dancing underneath a running shower head.

"True" by Morel comes on.

Kaithan takes me by the hand and yells to Alex.

She rushes over and takes my other hand.

Suddenly we are on the dance floor.

The smell of body odor, sweat, and sex overtakes me.

All around us are bodies grinding and swaying to the beat.

My head falls backwards as Alex puts her arms around my neck.

There are skulls and bones glued to the ceiling of the dance floor.

Kaithan passes Alex the water bottle and dances behind me.

She guzzles it and hands it back.

He finishes it, throwing it across the dance floor and leans in to her.

They pin me between their bodies and kiss.

Something about their touch makes me weak.

They pull away and smile at me.

Kaithan spins me around to face him and pulls me closer.

He presses his body against me while Alex presses herself up against my spine.

Strobe lights and flashing lights blind me.

All I can do is go limp.

The drugs have left me defenseless.

The last thing I see is Kaithan placing a white pill with a red heart sketched across it on the end of his tongue.

He leans in, as if he were moving in slow motion and places it in my mouth.

His kiss blinds me as I swallow.

Everything else goes dark.