Kuunari

continuing the series of song inspired short stories.

They climbed up the stairs, laughing, pushing open the door into the warm night air.  He had his arm draped haphazardly over her shoulder, causing her to stumble when he was overcome with another fit of laughter.

Bills and other bits of papers flapped in the wind as the door slammed shut behind them.  All they could hear is the pounding bass drum.  Across the alley a two men tended a small fire.  When the two looked over at the couple newly arrived on the surface, it caused the couple to straighten up, and walk quickly out of the alley.

The street was a mad house.  Most people only came out at night, the day being too hot.  There were stalls on either side of the street, with vendors calling for business.  Someone from suburbs had made the mistake of trying to drive down the street, and was caught in the press of people.

It was an odd mix.  There were those trying to do their shopping, picking up food stuffs and other odds and ends they would need.  There were those who had obviously been enjoying their night already, and were trying to get those around them to enjoy it as well.  And finally there were those who were there to do business, both proper and illicit, and sometimes both.

The couple paused for a moment, before the man dragged the woman giggling to the nearest taxi.  The taxi driver stood ready, holding the handles of the rickshaw.  The man whispered an address into his ear, and they were off, riding into the night, holding each other tight.