My take for wink sans the word limit. And yes, it’s a hackneyed scene…Humor me. 🙂
The ambience felt stifling and the glitz and glamour lacked lustre. She felt heady from the alcohol steeped fumes which passed for air. The bada-boom music and the clinking glasses sounded cacophonous.
In this parallel universe, people and conversations lasted less than the length of a drink. Dynamics changed faster than the DJ changed tunes.
For the nth time, she regretted letting her friends drag her in.
Asking for the drink to be refreshed, she leaned on the countertop and let her eyes rove across the crowd. She caught the eye of a young man gazing longingly at the door. She winked and smiled in shared misery.
He made his way over and suggested a walk. She acquiesced.
As they wandered aimlessly on the streets, she enjoyed his silent company. He didn’t seem to want to fill the silence. She wasn’t much of a talker.
And when they made their way back to the club, she started to thank him. He chucked her, winked and walked away.
A few hours later, on her way out, someone handed her a note.
“Naman, (phone number) and a 😉 ”
In this parallel universe, someone had lasted a little longer…