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| English Slacker chapter fifty | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||
| 01 September 2008 | ||||||
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The music seemed pretty weird when I got back in; but in a cool way: Kinda trippy and that. It was sort of like being in a movie, or at least I remember feeling or pretending I was in a movie, strutting through the crowd, people dancing around me and stuff. I headed straight for the middle of the dance floor and engulfed by the people around me I rolled a cigarette, thinking about how much cooler I was than any of the 85s crowd. Then I started to dance. There was something about dancing after smoking a joint that I well loved. I closed my eyes and dragged on my cigarette, letting myself get into it, not moving about too much; just swaying my body a bit. I started to imagine I was in a film. Like how I was the star and the scene was where I was hiding from the bad guys, swallowed up in the crowd, dancing so as not to look conspicuous. But while the bad guys couldn’t see me the camera was on me the whole time. The scene would’ve been edited cleverly with lots of different angles thrown together while the music played over the top. Opening my eyes a couple of times I couldn’t see Holly anywhere but I sort of hoped she’d see me. After my cigarette finished though I kinda felt a bit different: The fantasy of my scene was dwindling away and then I wasn’t really sure what to do with my hands while I was dancing. And while the music was still pretty nice I didn’t wanna seem too enthusiastic ‘cause it was only 85s after all. So I pushed my way out of the crowd and started looking around for anyone I knew. With the state I was in and the lighting and that it was hard to see any more than a few feet ahead. So I was just sort of tunnelling my way towards the bar hoping I’d see someone on the way; but there was no joy. I spotted Charlotte after a bit though, talking by the bar to a couple of people I didn’t know, looking quite cool actually in these silver trousers and this weird colourful top which looked quite sexy. And I nearly went up to say, “Hi,” but didn’t (actually she soon started getting off with one of he blokes she was talking to anyway). My mouth was feeling a bit dry so I got this chocolate alcohol drink from the bar then, and, yeah I remember that distinctly ‘cause it used up all my money and it all happened so quickly, like my money disappearing into the hands of the barmaid unexpectedly and that, and it being too late for me to be able to do anything about it. So anyway, with my back to the bar I was sipping this strange drink – trying not to finish it too quickly – studying the faces of everyone who came into focus, wondering where the hell my mates had all got to, but still trying to look cool; like I didn’t care and that. But yeah, couldn’t see anyone. So after finishing the drink and another cigarette I headed to the second, smaller bar out the back. Neale called over to me once I got out there. He was sitting at a table by himself and looking a bit miserable. He pointed over to Bradby who was talking to some well fit bird in angel wings in the corner and as I got closer to Neale I said, “Yeah I know, he’s a bastard isn’t he?” and Neale was like, “How the fuck does he do that?” and I said, “Fuck knows.” So I sat down at the table with Neale, nearly asking him what the hell was going on with his girlfriend but then I couldn’t be arsed so I just asked him if he’d seen Holly anywhere and he said, “Fuck her man,” and then, when I didn’t say anything back he said, “I don’t know, I think she’s gone.” Strangely I didn’t really care about Holly anymore when he said this though. Actually I felt a bit more relaxed, like I didn’t have to worry about second guessing what the hell Holly’s agenda was and how it involved me. So I actually meant it when I said, “Oh well, never mind,” and then it sank in that we were all finally in 85s for the first time in ages and it wasn’t the sort of night that happened very often and I said, “Fuck sitting here, lets go for a dance.” Neale was all like, “No I can’t be bothered,” but he got up anyway. When we got back out there the Malteasers song was playing and it was like, “Oh my God,” but Neale started dancing anyway. We stood by the edge of the crowd and actually, yeah I remember Neale doing a few of the dance moves to the song which was quite funny. Pretty soon I think the music started getting a bit cooler and anyway before long I remember thinking, “Fuck this,” (like standing on the edge and all) and said to Neale that we should go further in.
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