The Day The Universe Collapsed And Is Reborn

After my shift ended, Jean and I met at the local bar we used to go to.

The bar is loud and reverberating, and looks downright painful to the eye. Disco lights dances and spins, a catchy playlist of nothing but disco songs fills the establishment with power and energy—the exact opposite of what feelings I possess the whole time I got here.

Women wiggle their bodies like worms, quietly offering themselves to potential one night stands while men decide who to pick. Stereotyped situations like this never get old, and it can never be denied because why else would sinners go to bars? To get laid of course.

“This is your suggestion?” I shout over the ear splitting sound that colonized the entirety of the establishment.

“This is everybody's suggestion!” Jean shouts back.

“Why else would you visit bars like this? To drink your troubles away of course. To get wasted!”

Jean howls and begins to wiggle, influenced by the catchy music.

“Come on! Dance!” she bubbles, shaking her limbs, dancing ero