In a big building and I

The bass was constant, the building buzzing with music, a constant beat, an electronic beat that made it through the night into the early morning passing noon. The motto of the city was not to let the sun go down on them and then they ignored that it went up.
I turned around, and there he was, my little Asian gay boy, making out with a pale boy who did not seem gay at all, except for that tiny fact that he made out with another boy. I lost my interest real fast and looked around, I saw a girl, looking so classy in the rough environment. Skinny to the bone, with black clothes that showed a little more style and concern than most.
- Hallo, was los? I smiled at her
- Party machen, she responded, making party, a genius way of Germans expressing that they are partying.
- Klar, viel Spass, my German sort of sucked and I was slightly intoxicated at this point, I actually did not feel like carrying on a conversation in a language I barely spoke sober.
- Where are you from, the girl probably had gotten the hint that my German sucked so she nicely switched over to English.
- Oh, I am currently living in America; you know that big country with big burgers and bad music, I joked back, studying her body.
- Hot, she scanned my face and asked if I came here often. I laughed at the cliché question.
- Well, depending who you ask, I might come here to often, at least that is what my mother would say, I took a swig of my beer and noticed that my Asian little gay boy had pinned the little scrawny boy against the wall, and was grouping him. The girl followed my gaze.
- Is that your boyfriend? I could tell she was mocking me
- Well, he is a boy and he is my friend, so yeah, we can call him my boyfriend, I smiled back at her and then retorted with asking her if she was jealous.
- Oh, well, not jealous, but a little disappointed…
I felt how my legs were getting antsy, and I felt that it was time to get back to the dance floor, and I really thought this girl was cute, straight or not. So I took her hand and winked in an over exaggerated way while bowing my head .
- Could I escort milady to the dance floor? My question made the girl laugh, but she followed me out onto the cement floor, already full of sweaty men and women dancing to a beat that could be seen as monotone, if it wasn’t the fact that it broke off into little musical whimsical side beats over and over again.