Skin. Heat. The smell of alcohol in hot breath.
Movement in the nightclub was like a flipbook. Flashing lights bounced off the walls of the hall as patrons raved to the beat of the song, where the beat drummed into their hearts. Some people swayed against each other, moving their hands up and down their partner's waist, and closer to them. Others sat at the bar, making conversation with the other lone wolfs by slurring words together as they drank a glass of the iconic crystal drink: vodka.
Their wrists lit up the club with neon glowsticks, and face paint that accented their facial structure in the dark. It was like the inside of a lazer tag stadium, only with more dancing and less sudden zaps in the dark. Some couples passionately sucked faces, while others relaxed in the lounge area, eyes half lidded, threatening to close.
It was like a zoo, if you took a whiff. The smell of sweat and alcohol combined was enough to make one second guess about entering the club. In fact, it was so crowded in here, there was no other way to shuffle the way to the dance floor. Everything was busy, making no room for breaks.
Thats why Rinto decided to step out.
The bass was pulsing out to the exterior walls, but other than that the night was calm. The moon washed over a few bricks of the wall above Rinto, and he stood on the side of the building. Streetlights illuminated the damp concrete road, as it had rained earlier in the evening, so the sweet smell of dew was in the air. Of course, the night's temperature didn't bother to drop. Rinto was still sweating even though he had stepped outside, but it was much better than the smell of a gorilla sized human about several feet away, drunk to hysterics. There was no noise. No birdsong.
Rinto was alone.
And that was just fine.