Leo pushed toward the bar, ordering a Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler. That’s when he saw her—. She was leaning against a chrome pillar, wearing a leather jacket despite the ninety-degree heat, her eyes rimmed in heavy kohl. She looked like she had just stepped out of a movie that hadn't been filmed yet.
Leo and Mina danced until their clothes were damp and their hair had finally surrendered to the humidity. As the lights flickered to a dull amber at 3:00 AM, signaling the end, they walked out into the sticky July air. The city was quiet, the sky a bruised shade of pre-dawn gray. "See you next Saturday?" Leo asked, his ears still ringing. Club July 1987
Suddenly, the opening synths of “Never Let Me Down Again” flooded the room. The crowd let out a collective gasp, a hundred pairs of arms reaching for the rafters. For a moment, the artifice of the eighties fell away. There was no more posing, no more worrying about the stock market crash or the heatwave outside. There was just the rhythm and the heat. Leo pushed toward the bar, ordering a Bartles