Middle of Eden

The Club was squeezing at the seams with people. There were mirrors covering all the walls of the club...including the ceilings. In the center of the dance floor there was a glass mirrored runway with a disco ball waving high above it which created a prism of lights of diverse rays of color. Behind the bartender there was every kind of liquor that a drunk ever could imagine; arranged amongst the fourteen shelves. Each drink was housed in an interesting shaped bottle that often represented the shape of a woman's body. There were men who wore purple dog tags around their neck who would occasionally bump into a patron and words would be exchanged, as well as a very quick and swift drug transaction. I was in complete awe at the scene that was in front of me. This was all that I had imagined and even more. Angel leaned her face to my right ear and whispered, "So, welcome to my world...if you think you can handle it come out and play."