The music at the club is reverberating your very bones. The lasers and strobe lights would spell doom for an epileptic. The air is thick with sweat and alcohol. You see Avatar from across the ocean of people. She looks gorgeous. You slip through the throng and start dancing with her. Her moves are so generic, you can’t tell if she is actually dancing or if it’s parody. You yell over the din how much you like this song. She nods agreement. You can’t help but get pushed against her, the momentum of the masses overwhelms you both into a sublime ecstasy. It’s a fantastic night and you’re pleased to get her number. You wait a while before calling her, still high from the previous encounter. When you finally meet up again you try to really get to know her. Unfortunately, all there was to discover was revealed that first night. She is a pretty face but otherwise vacant.
