She had left the condo exactly at 10 o’clock, not heading to the car garage but to the street level exit from the complex so she could walk instead. The best part about living downtown was she lived only a few blocks away from one of the best and busiest party scenes in Texas. Decked out in a slinky, knit, black Helmut Lang dress and Miu Miu ankle boots, Norah made her way through the dark side-streets before she came out on MLK. Norah enjoyed walking down the road with the wind in her hair. It was a pleasant night and she had a sense of excitement in her that was foreign. It was the first time she’d be going into one of the nightlife establishments in town, despite the numerous times she’d gone to people watch outside. Packed in her bag was the small pill and a pack of cigarettes to calm her nerves. Walking with the pill in her bag made her feel guilty, like she was doing something wrong or going somewhere to do a drug deal. She laughed at herself uneasily before she left the condo as she smoothed out the fabric of her dress and checked herself out in the mirror.
