Moonlight club never slept.
It pulsed.
Lights bled into each moving body on the dance floor, neon red, lime green, burnt orange, and violet painted the crowd. The speakers on the DJ stage and walls of the club thudded loud and constant. By midnight, the air grew thick—perfume, alcohol, sweat, desperation. People came here to forget who they were, or to become someone louder, sharper, easier to touch.
I stayed sober. I always did.
Someone had to keep look out.
When being a bartender most of your adult life, you learn how to read people fast. The way a man leans in too close means trouble. The way someone avoided eye contact meant guilt. The way money was handled—careless or careful—told me everything I needed to know.
That night started like any other.
Until something happened.
Changing my future I thought I knew.
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