I pressed my way to the bar for my last beer of the night. It was past four. As I waited for a foothold of barspace to open up, I found myself standing directly behind a thirtyish woman with long braids and a leopard-print skirt, gently bobbing to the bass thump. We made eye contact in the wall-length mirror mounted behind the bar, just for an instant, and immediately her lower half began amiably, experimentally bumping against mine. Benji Hardy reports from the frontlines of the 5 a.m. club scene.
Posted on: Tue, 19 Aug 2014 19:30:00 +0000
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