He offers his hands to me.
I take it and he guides me out of the black bugatti. He leads me to the club with the heavy bass of the music reverberating into the night. We bypass the line that I'm sure wraps around the building twice. The bouncer lifts the velvet rope as we approach. Once we enter, the mere aura of the club scrambles my senses with skin-deep music that resonates through my body. A kaleidoscope of multicolored beams, flashing like rainbow lightning from the rotary lights.
We come to the elevated railing, overlooking the crowd of gyrating, flailing bodies. The inside of the club is full of dancing and drinking with a thumping bass-line that hums through my bones.