Dec 31, 2016
Davis heard the party before he saw it. The scematics of the party were never something explained, understood, or even talked about - how music and equipment, among them great, burning pyres, were drawn to this place and given life always faded into the background of the trees and shining sea. "Hey," someone said as he moved through the crowd, and touched his arm. Davis wheeled around, arm cocking back, but the grinning gremlin, identity obscured by the flicker of flames and pulse of shadows, just smiled and pulled Davis closer until they could slip a pill under his tongue. "You can thank me later," they said, and Davis smirked, but didn't say anything more as he continued pushing his way closer to the beating, bloody heart of the party.