The music assaulted me like a barrage of noise. The band on the stage was amazingly loud for a trio of scraggly-haired men. I was sure the place was in violation of the fire code judging from the number of bodies writhing on the dance floor. It was dark and the only lighting was flashing and changing multi-colored lights that battered the eyes. Even so, I could see there were a few men without shirts dancing in the throng of flesh in the center of the room. There may have been some topless women, too, but with most of the hair both male and female reaching the back, it was difficult to be sure.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday: The Club
Today's Six Sentence Sunday from Chapter Two of Book of Death: