Chapter 4Club Nox on Saturday night was a very different place.
There was a bouncer outside, and when he opened the door for Jet, hot, humid, human-smelling air poured over him. Ugh. Why couldn’t his birthday be December instead of August? Or October, the gothest month.
It was crowded now, packed enough that it was raucous with noise even though the music wasn’t cranked and most people weren’t talking that loudly. It was just a critical mass of conversation, the way an auditorium full of whispers became a roar.
He skirted a group of women in variations of sexy-schoolgirl outfits who were hogging a fan and ignoring the efforts of two sweaty boys in safety-pinned pleather to talk to them.
He spotted Jonno and Tear dancing, next to Tear’s best friend Monday and her admirer Shiver, and tur
