A dance club

I can already tell the music is on point before I ever step foot into the club. I can smell the sweet aromas of tobacco and marijuana as a fog machine from within pumps a foggy illusion through the doors, colored and flashing lights adding to the effect. Once inside, I am grooving on the atmosphere and am quickly trying to match the feeling with ****, quickly drinking a beer and then another. One cute girl pulls me onto the dance floor and we shake it for a while, but she soon wanders off and starts to dance with someone else one of her friends has introduced her to. Feeling dejected and disappointed, I quickly order another beer. As I finish it, one of the other patrons comments on my long face and passes me a joint; we smoke it together and I'm starting to feel more intoxicated and loosened up. I'm certain that this night will lead to something excellent.