Victory

In the end, I was back where it all began. In the middle of that filthy, narrow alley.

My head was halfway clear again. The buzz was still a warm afterglow somewhere deep inside, like bass still reverberating in my stomach.

The night air was cold but pleasant. It brought me down to earth. It woke me up.

I looked down at myself and had to grin.

Well, okay... In terms of outfit, I was still more in the “after the festival and no idea what happened” category. Half-naked, sweaty. My pants? Somewhere.

And jizz was dripping out of my pussy.

But hey — I'm undamaged.

Everything's fine.

I took a deep breath, tilted my head back, and just started laughing. A really loud, liberated, dirty, happy laugh.

What a trip.

What a night.

I grinned widely, raised my hand, and held up the victory sign in the air.

Two fingers up.

“That was awesome, bitches!”

And then I staggered off — back into the light, back to the noise, back into the night.

C U. See you at the next rave.