Landon
The dance floor pulsed with life; a blur of red and green lights spinning across a sea of moving bodies. The music the DJ was playing sounded through the walls, heavy enough to vibrate in my chest, and the air was thick with perfume, sweat, and the sharp tang of liquor.
At least, those were the things I could smell.
From where I stood, the crowd looked like a swarm of penguins on caffeine, bodies pressed close, hands in the air, lost to the rhythm.
A woman walked to me, maybe brunette, but I couldn’t tell with the lighting in here, and rubbed my arm from my wrist up, smiling at home.
“Hey, handsome,” She started, looking at me from under her lashes with a sweet, too sweet smile on her face. “Do you like maybe want to dance?” She asked and I scrunched up my forehead in confusi
