Tom stood in the middle one of Bogotá's famous night clubs, surrounded by young Colombians and gringos dancing wildly to the beats of Electronic music. But he was already feeling tired and sleepy and he was ready to head back to his hostel; his night of Rumba was about to end, for his friends on the other hand, the Rumba was probably just starting. They had just bought some cocaine of a guy at the club, and now they were taking turns going to the toilet and sniffing coke. Coke is quite easy to get in Colombia, at every corner in Zona Rosa there someone selling it, sometimes even inside the clubs, and if one looks like a gringo, he will often get offered coke without even asking for it. Anyway Tom did not want to stay longer in the club, he did not like the way coke changed people, he thought his friends were quite cool, but soon once they had taken the coke they will be become more aggressive and obnoxious, no longer the fun friends he met back at the hostel. It was De Ja Vu all over again for Tom; he had been through this experience a few times already in Colombia.
"We were already having good fun anyway, why would you need to take drugs?" he asked his friend Ryan, leaning and speaking directly into his friends ears, trying to make himself heard over the loud electronic beats. Ryan did the same to answer back, "It gives you more confidence, that’s what it does”. An artificially induced kind of confidence, Tom thought to himself buy did not say it. “Besides, do you know how much this stuff costs in England? 50 Pounds for one gram, here I can get it for 3 Pound. If I am going to try it, it is going to be here, I can’t afford it back in England. Have you ever tried it?", “No” answered Tom, “Good for you mate, if you just want to stay out of it, it’s cool, I respect that”. Andy had come back from the toilet, his eyes wider than when he left. It was Ryan's turn to go there, and Andy' handed Ryan the little plastic bag containing the coke, then he turned to Tom and said: "Why aren't you dancing man?" at the same time giving Tom a forceful two finger push in the right shoulder; those gentle friendly pats often turned not so gentle after a couple of dozes of coke, he then added “I think you need some Charlie mate, it will wake you up and put you in the mode for some partying”. Tom tried to act as if not bothered by the push, he could not remember how many times he had been offered coke in Colombia, but his answer was the same every time. Tom just smiled to Jim and said, "No thanks, I think I just need a drink, I am going to the bar to get one", it was his excuse to avoid staying longer with Andy. He already decided he did not want to stay longer in the club; he would get his beer, linger at the bar for a while, and then tell his friends that he had enough for the night. Staying there would be like being the only sober person in a group of drunken guys; it just does not work that well. His friends will be staying there for a while, the cocaine’s stimulating effect will keep them awake. Of course he could just join his friends and take the coke, but seeing what it did to his friends, he did not see why he would want to do that. Walking his way to the bar, he saw Jim on the dance floor, he already had a couple of sniff, and it seemed to inject him with a dose of energy, he was dancing with a brunet; Jim with his blond hair and blue eyes always got the most attention from the local chicks. The chick he was dancing with had a pair of very large tits, clearly silicon enlarged, and she wore a blouse that exposed a whole lot of them. Plastic surgeries in Colombia are cheap and of high quality, and many women just can’t seem to resist the temptation of having larger tits. Apparently the local men like them; to Tom on the other hand they looked too unnatural; they did not impress him.
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