(Thea in Jassy's body's POV)
The cacophony gives me a blast, reverberating my chest cavity with the hubbub of hundreds of people that look like saying "what" with each other, while some just pretend to hear. The music is so loud. Why would they even pretend to talk, where all sounds are just like bare essentials shouting to the ear.
The lights blinking on and off keep changing their color, intensifying the music, giving you the effect that dancing looks like moving in slow motion moreover people who are not dancing will look like dancing.
The smell of spilled beers, puke, and weird smoke make me grimace. Then later, as we move in, my nose is assaulted by an abundance of the mixed scent of perfume and body spray rather than stale sweat.
