I could feel the thrum of the bass speakers all through my body. When I spoke, I couldn’t even hear my own voice.
‘I am going to the bar,’ I shouted into the noise. ‘I intend to purchase a drink.’ Moopie didn’t stop dancing, but nodded, flicking sweat off her face.
‘That is a good idea,’ she said. ‘To change the subject – do you happen to know the name of the gentleman who was dancing with us?’
‘I am sorry,’ I said. ‘I am having a certain amount of difficulty hearing you.’
‘I was enquiring as to whether you knew the name of the gentleman who was recently dancing with us,’ yelled Moopie, leaning towards me. I hesitated for a moment. I knew who she meant, but I didn’t feel like talking about him, much less to him.
‘I do not know to whom you are referring,’ I said.