[ WP ] End a story with `` ... a punch to the face ''

I was alone at the party, minding my own business. The unmistakable feeling of humanity swirled around me in a phantasmagoria of flesh. The clutch of sweat and noise. Men and women waltzed around to electronic tones; swerving, pulsating, mutating bass flooded the room. Lights revealed sides of people that not even they knew, and in a second, it was gone. The room was tilted and spinning, like one of those mazes with the metal ball. *What was in this drink? * 
 
 I looked deep into the red cup. *Or was it blue? * I could n't tell in the morphing carousel of movement. I swished it around for a second, to get a better idea of what exactly was in it. Surely this was what was warping my world in such a way. Come to think of it, the bunny-rabbit girl had given it to me. 
 
 She grinned and handed me the drink. 
 `` What's in it?'' 
 
 `` Blood.'' 
 
 `` Blood?'' 
 
 I took a sip. It clearly was n't blood. 
 
 `` Good one,'' I murmured, looking up for her as she sank into the pulsing crowd of people. 
 
 And now, I was standing here alone. Hand against the wall, as it grew furry and enveloped my hand. The eyes of the partygoers started to glow a fierce green. They all had begun looking at me. Why? What had I done? I was just watching. Standing on the wall with my peculiar drink and watching. The music forced me deeper into the wall; the slurping low tones were gently pushing me forward. The partygoers had all stopped dancing. The churning lights still mutated their faces into grotesque phantasms of themselves. They had stopped moving. Hands at their sides, their ever-changing faces peered at me with dead, green eyes. 
 
 The bass urged me deeper and deeper into the plush walls, as it came over my shoulder. I still held the curious drink in front of me, and as the wall sucked me further back into the embrace of what was concrete a few minutes ago, I felt an unmistakable calm. 
 
 The wall came over my ears and the sleepy roll of the music sunk into me. My arm was still outstretched as to keep the empty faces of the other revelers at bay - `` Look, I've got a drink.'' It was warm inside the wall, and I let it take me. I took one last sip from the drink, my very last one, and the wall encompassed my head. 
 
 I was nearly part of the wall, drink in my hand when the Bunny Rabbit emerged from the crowd and smashed the bottom of the cup back towards my head. The mysterious concoction slithered down my eyebrows and cheekbones with a sticky slink. Now, as I was becoming part of the scenery, it reminded me of a school dance. All of the kids all lined up by the giant bowl of red juice, waiting their turn to drink. With this thought, I entered the wall with an empty cup and a strange punch to the face.
