Heavy bass pounds through your body as you sway to the beat, colored lights flashing rhythmically overhead. Even on the edge of the crowd, you can feel the heat filling the warehouse from the hundreds of moving bodies packed within the walls. You came here with a friend, but you've long since lost track of where they are, lost somewhere in the sea of people writhing in front of you. Looking back at the door for a moment, you notice a handful of guys yelling angrily at someone, their voices all but drowned out by the music. You wonder what's going on, but by the time you finish the thought, one of the men falls suddenly on his face and you catch a glimpse of the person who dropped him. Standing alone between four more muscle bound dudebros is a girl wearing a loose pink pajama onesie, the open zipper revealing her black underwear and flat stomach. You find yourself edging closer to see what's going on, but you still can't hear anything they're saying. Stepping bar
