The club was dark and the bodies were moving in time to the ragged loud music. You staggered up and went to the exit. Barely pushing through, you stood and smoked outside the establishment. My head was spinning, but it was getting better and better with every sip. When you came back in, you pushed someone hard

– Girl, do you want to apologize? Bringing a gruff, low voice to you. You turned around and said fervently:

– Fuck you! By tapping the middle finger. Turning around, you went back and the thought flashed through your head: "Fuck the closet" – Where should I go? You've already figured out who it is, turning around, you answered: