Her hair.
Her eyes.
Her smile.
Her cheekbones.
Her eyebrows.
The way her body moved with the music, she looked as though nothing else mattered. When the song ended and the lights came on in the club, her beauty seemed to fade, she stumbled towards the table where she and her friends sat and hollered over to a waiter, demanding another drink. Another drink wasn’t a smart idea, she looked as if she was ready to pass out. While she was dancing, I hadn’t noticed the vomit smeared over her face. Her hair no longer looked...