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Prowlers of the night comes out to ZOUK only moments before midnight, perhaps to catch the last precious minutes before the end of the Happy Hour. The taut of youth, the hopeful faces unstained by disdain and body unbulged by aging dance precariously on the dance floor.

When you are packed like sardines, the concept of personal space disappears and intoxication helps the human kind connect by mere blinks of the eye and suggestive bodily movements. I have always been fascinated, what change? People usually cant stand anyone standing too close and scrutinise base on face value. How does a darkened room, a disco ball, special lightings, some alcohol and skimpy outfits conspire to bring strangers together? Bad lighting and cheap drinks, perhaps? There are no ugly women, they say. Blinding darkness must help too.

Regulars bounced on platforms on Wednesday night in synchronised movements moving to the hits of the 80s. It was so intoxicating to watch that I kept giggling. A crowd makes me uncomfortable but i dissolved totally into this sea of stramgers. Swallowed, i felt safe to indulge.

Zouk still delivers; even though we left before ‘Dancing Queen’, if it was eventually played.

The morning after, hair unshampooed,  i crave for fishball noodles and juice.