A lance of green shimmering with yellow sparkles descended upon and through the three stages of the club. Dribbling trickles of rhythmic strings started the performance, unshielded by the clamours of the audience. The beats of the drums followed, gathering the hums of the crowd into a strangely orderly chorus. The bass formed a wall and then a foundation that lifted the music, enough for the vocalist/ guitarist to take the music through the roof. This was clearly not their first gig.
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"Fvck!" She growled in annoyance.
Neven, from atop a messy bed, kept tapping furiously on the game pad in his hands as he played the night away. Shifting one hand over the cover of the bed, he pulled out a small berry... raisin? Well, whatever it was, he threw it in his mouth, only to spit it back out in disgust.
"Shoot! Was that a booger?"
"Who fvcking cares, you retard? Wa'the heck 're you doing?"
