Walls of sound emerged from the bouncing neon speakers. The hall was filled with willing, sweaty bodies swaying to the mythic rhythms emerging from the walls. Bodies rubbed and touched, danced and jumped, and spilled tiny blue glasses of thin pink liquid and trip over heels into willing hunk’s arms. Dylan watched it all from his seat at the bar with his arm around his date. His glasses reflected the glare of the rave lights pink and cyan and his blonde hair was short cut and well kept. His date was a bombshell blonde turned bombshell pastel goth. She looked like she belonged here with her candy green hair and piercing bubbly blue eyes. Layla was her name.
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