CASPER

CASPER

We could hear it before we saw it, even amongst the hum of traffic that deep bass murmur lured us onwards. The old post office turned nightclub, had a line snaking up the block. I left Casper and Henry outside with the smokers as I slid my way to the front of the line.

Once inside and out of the cold, I moved with the flow of people in till they deposited me at the bar. I didn’t even want a drink but the club had made its mind up for me it seems.

Casper and Henry stumbled into my view grabbing a girl each and yelling “photo.” I had the camera under my Jacket, hidden. My shift didn’t start for another hour but like always, I couldn’t wait to begin

Sweaty hand’s fumbled for the off switch, five hours and two memory cards later. Henry hadn’t been seen since midnight and Casper was holding it down on the dance floor. I slumped into a booth satisfied, another night captured, another loud chaotic adventure.
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