Amber liquid slowly drained from the glass that was beaded with condensation. A pair of light brown fingers clasped the glass firmly as Arjun leaned against the bar; his warm brown eyes scanned the crowd, smiling as he caught a glimpse of his friends dancing away, fists pumping, asses shaking to the thrumming beat. A haze of smoke from cigarettes, cigars, joints, blunts and whatever other drug you could smoke settled above the heads of young men and women eager to forget their day and enjoy the night. This was a "safe zone" where nearly all an anything was permitted. Consequence was not truly a concern because here, only violent acts had consequence. A drug laden utopia if you will it.<br/><br/>But it wasn't exactly the young Doctor's scene. He wasn't truly the type to go out— often he'd rather stay in for a bottle of wine and a good book, but here he was in the midst of debauchery. This is what youth was— making impulsive decisions without thinking of the consequences. But who was he to judge? Sometimes stupidity was needed and his friends had deemed tonight would be one of those nights.<br/><br/>Arjun knew that there were eyes lingering on him, whispers that were directed at him. He ran his hand through his combed and slightly curly hair and exhaled, ordering another rye on the rocks. A few more drinks and he'd loosen up. Or hopefully loosen up. Luckily, his days of being a shy undergrad had passed and with medschool he had reinvented himself to a degree— more outgoing, but that shyness never truly dissipated. It was clear from his mannerisms, holding his glass carefully with both hands that remained steady regardless of how much he drank— that he assumed came with his training.<br/><br/>His friend, Roshini, made her way to the bar, her head still moving to the beat, fists still pumping before she leaned against the bar next to him. "What are you doing here? Come dance!" She screamed over the music that continued to vibrate their chests with a deep base.<br/><br/>"Give me a few more of these and I might just come out." He replied with a sip.<br/><br/>"Oh come on if<i>she</i>was here you would've came running." Rosh said as she tugged on Arjun's arm in a vain effort to move teh man that was nearly a foot taller than her.<br/><br/>"Well,<i>she's </i>not here." He refused to invoke her name; the wound was still a bit too fresh. But he knew that this was the night to take a step forward and leap into the 'unknown.' He took another sip of his drink, carefully rolling the glass between his palms after Rosh let go of his arm. "Give me two drinks and I'll definitely come. Promise." In a ritual that stemmed from their days as naive undergrads Rosh extended her pinky and hooked it with Arjun's.<br/><br/>"You break this and I swear I'll leave your drunk ass in some ally." Rosh responded as she took Arjun's glass and took a sip of whiskey and as if that one sip was enough to reinvigorate her, she returned to the dance floor with a flurry of fist pumps and hair being tossed around.<br/><br/>Without another word, Arjun downed the remainder of his drink and ordered another one which he once again sipped on. His brown eyes once again scanning the crowd and he sipped away, waiting for the whiskey to do its job.