Spade can feel the music VIBRATE from underneath his tires; the GRAVEL shake around his shoes as he exits the VEHICLE. Passengers FOLLOW suit --- slamming the door behind them, the small GROUP forming behind him as they walk towards the ABANDONED building. HOW they convinced him to come, we'll NEVER know. MAYBE it's because his MOOD isn't it's USUAL ominous & condescending EXPRESSION. The MUFFLED song -- sounding FAR due it being CONTAINED within just four walls, soon becomes CLEAR as the door is OPENED, causing him to WINCE. CERULEAN irises flick over the LARGE room; multi-colored STROBE lights flickering FAST enough to cause EPILEPSY, enough ALCOHOL to last them for DAYS, & the HEAT the room RADIATED ( due to BODIES brushing up one another & the SWEAT each person created ) allowed the FREEZING winter to REMAIN outside. As he ENTERS, his INSTINCT is to head for the table FILLED with COPIOUS bottles, but is INTERFERED within his PATHWAY by someone who BUMPS his red cup onto Spade's SHIRT.