The club - The streetlights had just started to glow down on the bustling crowds of cars flashing by. The night was humid as I walked alongside the open fronted cafes.

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Ryan Stripe 10C

The club

The streetlights had just started to glow down on the bustling crowds of cars flashing by. The night was humid as I walked alongside the open fronted cafes. I could taste the sweet smelling perfume on the tip of my tongue, as I walked briskly passed the warm and vibrant restaurants.

I was drawing closer to my friends shore side villa. All I had to do was try to cross the raging road. There was an opening so I hastily crossed.

I knocked on the door, for Steve. There was no reply. This was unusual for him because he was usually an active guy around the house. I could hear music thumping from his second floor, so I shouted out for him from below. “Hi Alan” he said, as he managed to pop his head out of the window. “What are you doing up there you got me worried. Come down and open the door! Then I don’t have to shout,” I said. He closed the door and rushed downstairs like lightning. “You told me to come around tonight so what are we going to?” I asked. “ Well, I’m going to take you to one of my old night clubs that I used to own. Now don’t whinge it will be a laugh,” Steve said. “Oh great,” I said enthusiastically. I was not really that type of nightlife type so I didn’t know how he’d try to persuade me to go to one of his old refurbished clubs. “You’ll like it Zygo’s club was one of the best money makers I’d ever had it’s real popular with all the locals, and anyway if you don’t like it ill drive you home.” Steve moaned.

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Steve had persuaded me enough so we set off in his boy racer like Fiesta. Steve had become accustomed to Malaga’s lifestyle more than me, as he had turned into a crazy, road raging driver just like the locals, because of this most of the time I focused on something that was inside the car so I couldn’t see what was happening outside.

We had arrived at Zygo’s and were allowed straight through the barriers and past the bouncers, as Steve was still a good friend of the manager. Zygo’s was certainly popular with the punters and there ...

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