# Drizzled Stranger
Canonical: https://adejola.com/writing/drizzled-stranger
Published: 2025-08-21
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**Summer 2024.**

**Mexico City.**

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It's 2am, and my night is only just starting. The heat of the club is subsiding and the breeze and eyes and clear and open. I shake and jolt and jump and the music fills my bones and oozes out of my ears. The world is spinning, and I with it. The rubber underneath my boots screech and burn and I drag and twist my feet and around the dance floor. Erin is there: our synchronized steps dissipate across the floor and sync our energy with a god-like glow.

The fills of the music quieten and close the gap between mine and hers. Smaller. Quieter. Smaller. Quieter. Until there's nothing left. We’re *one* now. Dance, dance, dance, dance, release ourselves to the music and forget the pretense-of-strangers, fluorescent flashings, and the couple making out close-by. The stage is now ours – streaked with booze-carrying attendants, ants, and on-watching trios and quartet.

On edge of my visual periphery, a drink-swindler from earlier in the night peeked, caught, then swiveled in shame.

*This was the last time I was free, and I was in Mexico City.*

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See also: [My Last Lover](https://adejola.com/writing/my-last-lover/index.md), [I Cried in Minnesota](https://adejola.com/writing/i-cried-in-minnesota/index.md), [Driving as Adventure](https://adejola.com/writing/how-to-make-driving-feel-like-an-adventure/index.md)