The rhythmic heart-pumping beat was extremely familiar to her. It engulfed her mind and body, swallowing her pulse into oblivion and replacing it with the smooth and steady stroke of the base. Melodic lyrics screamed through the all-too-metallic speakers. People raved. People jumped. People sang horribly to the over-played song. Too much makeup; everyone had on too much makeup; Lolly being no exception.

Thick thick thick blue eye shadow devoured her eyelids, eyelashes indulged in a heavy mascara coating. Rose tinted blush was smeared along her cheekbones, matching color applied to her lips – smudged slightly from a few drinks.

Beautiful? That’d be an overstatement, though she could be quite stunning when she tried. How could one be considered beautiful wearing such a dress? Black fabric hugged tightly around her stomach, sinking into a v-neck around the collar; sleeves cutting off at the shoulders. The skirt fell short, standing only a few inches above the knee, hugging her thighs loosely, allowing room to move.

Thin as a stick, fucking emaciated, with only a slight curve at her stomach and legs. Not too short, not unconventionally tall. She was basically a toothpick, but she could pull it off. She’d done it before. Vibrant, hot pink curls bounced at her shoulders as she crossed the room, black stilettos clicking as she walked. Of course she dyed her hair, who would settle for anything real anymore?

Tobacco smoke filled her lungs as she passed by the cluster of cancer sticks smoldering in the corner. Cigarettes weren’t appealing. They neither made you high, nor happy. Why smoke something and not get that feeling? She had no idea. Lolly liked the ecstasy. Ecstasy taken orally or the kind you achieve. The kind you get at raves. The kind you get riding on the hood of a speeding car. The kind you get from dancing in earth-pounding, window-shattering thunderstorms. She loved the feeling of freedom, of bliss. Whether it involved drugs to get her there or not, it was well worth it.

Strobe lights ran along the walls in flashes, bright bright bright flashes. Blue. Green. Red. Yellow. White. White. Yellow. White. Red. Blue. The lights changed with the base line, each new note was a new color wafting through the stale, musty air. Glowsticks and glow necklaces circulated, as well as flashing pacifiers for those without gum. It was certainly a sight to see, but it was all old now. Lolly probably had come too many times, but to her it seemed like it was beginning to turn dull; and she wished for something to spice it up a bit.

Fin.

Author's Note;
I realize this may be very different from my previous stories, but I think it represents a different side of life. And although the introduction is considerably shorter than my others, I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Rated T for Drug Abuse. (: