De-stress
The room was fully lit with mobile coloured lights. It was dark, stuffy and stank of sweat. It was still quite early and Clare knew that soon the odour of vomit and s*x would permeate the air and make the hot room nauseating. Left and right people were dancing, grinding against each other and generally getting wasted. Somewhere in the sea of gyrating bodies was her cousin and his mate. Clare rolled her eyes and sighed, once again, Clare wondered for the umpteenth time why anyone would want to go to a club. She could see the initial fun of it at least, she could see the big grin on strange faces, she could hear the loud laughs, and she could feel the contagious vibe but she couldn't get herself to relax. What rational person could relax and purposely loose control of their own thinki
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