"By four or five in the morning you're totally blotto," the 29-year-old London nurse explains. "It's like putting your whole system on fast-forward," Lee Murphy shouts above the din as he glides across the floor with four-inch-high (10-centimeter-high) soles on his dancing shoes, a gold ring in his chin, and a slender silver and blue can of Red Bull energy drink in each hand. At seven in the morning we have trouble getting them out the door." And the kids say, 'I've had eight Red Bulls-I'm flying!' They'll dance right round the clock. "That's when we get the real rush at the bar for Red Bull. "Actually, we usually see a revival about half four or so in the morning," says Egg night manager Simon Patrick. But after a long night of liquor, drugs, tobacco, and earthshaking noise, most are still vigorously, and happily, strutting their stuff across that trembling wood floor. at the popular London club Egg, and a few dancers have collapsed on the sofas or taken refuge at the bar. Through a purple haze of smoke and sweat the strobe lights' red glare illuminates the dancing couples: men with mohawks and painted faces, women in vinyl skirts so micro they serve no functional purpose. ![]() Over and over, the throbbing chorus of a dance hit explodes out of a battery of seven-foot-tall (2.1-meter-tall) speakers so powerful that the wood dance floor trembles, earthquake style, with every reverberating bass note. ![]() ![]() "Power! Money! Lust! Sex!" "Power! Money! Lust! Sex!"
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