where: the full moon partay
who: open to all
There was nothing shocking about how the party progressed. His financial success had grown through curating and then exploiting the phenomena; playing into how revelers lost time when surrendered to spirits. It was Laurie’s own thrill to stoke the flames of madness, playing among the people with the zeal of a Dionysian worshipper, smiling at a celebration full of life while his eyes stayed sharp and critical. The moon was high in the sky and Laurie was set to a lean, watching a couple tumbling off the dance floor, limbs drunkenly tangled, hands around each other.
“Do you see that?” The words drip with indignation, coated with something slightly more surprised. “He thinks he’s done something revolutionary, leading her off that way. Those fingers are so limp I doubt she even feels him on her neck.” Laurie’s gaze turns sidelong, offering a smirk to his confidant. “Maybe this party needs a better demonstration, hmm?”