paper thin lies

Last night. Butterfactory after watching 'Date Night' (so funneh). Impromptu and make-up less. 6 shots down. Music so loud, it made our ears ring when we stumbled out for toilet breaks. On the dance floor, with faces and figures shrouded in darkness, it was hands on waists, back to front, front to back. Aren't we worth more than this? So we shun away the unwelcomed advances and the not so discreet approaches. Familar faces and not so familar ones. The alcohol diminishes all formalities and creates moments of drunken hilarity. 3 a.m and we're exhausted, dehydrated and convinced that we've had enough of being young and 'wild' and omg, all we wanted then was a shower and a cup of ice water. How do people do this every week?