Of course!

They passed the Uber ride with drunken jokes before spilling out into the street in front of a half-full club. Mel yelled something Brad couldn't hear and then they were inside. The lights and music pounded in Brad's head and he swiveled around looking for D. Someone handed him a cocktail glass and he downed the contents without bothering to look at it.

"D!" he shouted. "Daffy! Where are you?"

One of the girls (Gabby?) was saying something to him. He felt cool glass on his palm and gripped it, bringing it to his mouth but spilling half of it down his shirt.

"She's dancing!" Gabby yelled and pointed. Near the center of the floor D was moving frenetically, barely matching the rhythm of the music. Her jerky, spasmodic swings and arrhythmic stomping didn't seem to bother anyone else on the floor, especially when an especially enthusiastic movement caused one of the straps of her dress to fall.

"Hey!" Brad rushed across the floor, jostling strangers in his **** sprint. "D!"

"What?" she yelled back. Her hair was wild and mostly obscured her face; she kept trying to tuck it behind her ears.

"Your tit's out!"

She scrunched up her face and leaned in closer. "What??"

He poked her nipple. "Your tit! Your tit is out!"

She looked down and gave a comical squeak of surprise before bringing her hands to her chest. "My tit!" she laughed drunkenly, leaning on Brad for support. "My tit was out!"

"I know!" Brad said, also laughing.

At some point Brad found himself talking with D and the bartender during a break in the music.

"No, but for real!" he yelled over his beer. D nodded, a lazy drunken grin on her lips. "She's a golem!"

"If she's a golem, why has she been drinking all night?"

"To get drrrrrunk," D slurred merrily.

"Prove it," the bartender said. Brad reached out to touch D's forehead but she grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"Oh, you're not taking me out of commission just to prove a point. I'm having too much fun, and somebody needs to get your drunk ass home."

"How convenient," the bartender said.

"How's this for convenient?" D asked, and grabbed an empty beer bottle. In one fluid motion, she put it in her mouth and bit down hard. The glass shattered in her mouth and she began to grind it up, smiling the whole time.

"What the fuck?" the bartender exclaimed, backing away in fright. D simply finished chewing, swallowed, and stuck her unharmed tongue out at him.

Time seemed to skip again. Now the lights were flashing and the music was off. He was surprised to see that aside from a few drunken stragglers, he, D, Gabby, and Mel were alone. They got up and stumbled together towards the exit - Mel looked half-asleep already.

Then there was light in his face and a bad taste in his mouth and his head hurt. Brad opened his tired, bloodshot eyes to stare at his slowly circling ceiling fan.