It's late afternoon and we stumble into an empty warehouse bar. We grab a beer and watch the dust particles dance as we move further inside. I recognize the song and tell the bar-back to turn it up until I can't recognize it anymore. We shyly pretend to dance. I want this buzz to keep going. The fringe of her dress trips her so the sun moves to catch her. She's on the hardwood floor with her blouse pulled down, and laughing. The stairs above her are lit, but I won't go.