open to: everyone location: arcanum nights, glass house
The red hues of the lights that glittered around Glass House made Romanyuk believe it was the hues of the sunrise, that he had been there far longer than most. It had dissolved quickly into another scheme, though, and once more time was no more than a construct within its walls. The bass swallowed him whole, and he tilted his head back into the black that danced behind his eyes. Exhaustion was close, but his fingers found his lips and parted them with a bitter pill. He wouldn’t be gone until they’d kick him out, which with his reputation, was always a hit or miss if someone would beat the bouncer to it. The stillness he found on the swarming dance floor tugged at him, a hand grabbing his and spinning him. He let our a roar of laughter, swearing he could see it vibrate of the perspiration that glistened off the bodies of those around him. “Woah, woah, slow down or I’m gonna be sick,” Roman laughed, but he dipped into the turn of the room to match the pace of the music. His own body became slick with something, possible the spill of a drink mute against the bass. “Shit.”