Thursday Night
Thursday Night, one of the big nights for student nights in the clubs in town so at abuot seven the mass grooming, pre-night-out hype-up begins.
Windows are thrown open, curtains open and shut and open again, the whir of hairdryers creates a constant hum. Continuous splashing from various showers.
Across the halls a thousand alcohol bottles crack open, along with the simultaneous pop of mascara tubes and wands. Various dance tracks thump and pound away all around. Corridors echo with excited pre-club conversation and raucous laughter.
The air is heavy with the scent of shower gels, beauty potions, hoarding aftershave and eau de parfum. As time passes taxi cabs roar up and down the drive, stilettos click along the concrete accompanied by shrieks and chatter. There is the thud of loafers and brogues. Sharp shirts, denim and hair gel. The dull din of the bar fills the air of a warm summer evening.
Windows are thrown open, curtains open and shut and open again, the whir of hairdryers creates a constant hum. Continuous splashing from various showers.
Across the halls a thousand alcohol bottles crack open, along with the simultaneous pop of mascara tubes and wands. Various dance tracks thump and pound away all around. Corridors echo with excited pre-club conversation and raucous laughter.
The air is heavy with the scent of shower gels, beauty potions, hoarding aftershave and eau de parfum. As time passes taxi cabs roar up and down the drive, stilettos click along the concrete accompanied by shrieks and chatter. There is the thud of loafers and brogues. Sharp shirts, denim and hair gel. The dull din of the bar fills the air of a warm summer evening.
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