   he can feel the pulsating vibrations ,  echoing against his skin so DEAFENINGLY that he swears the music had somehow found its own way to the blood coursing through his system. the reverberating bass of the nightclub only seemed to fuel the smirk spreading across his expression  ; the energy , the childlike excitement and vibe of the dark yet expansive venue only dadlingly in his body , remaining like the smell of sweat lingering after a marathon. heâs not thinking at all , and perhaps thatâs why he finds closed knuckles knocking instructively against the door , surrounded by the scent of expensive liquor and cheap cigarettes.  â little pig , little pig , let me come IN  !  â he calls out loud , knowing very well that come morning heâll surely forget about everything that he was saying at that exact moment , resting his body against the door before hearing the sound of it opening.
