THE LIGHTS WERE BLINKING on and off in a cramped dark room packed with writhing and twisting people. Music was blaring so loud it was nearly impossible to be heard. Playing something modern, pop, and had a beat that people were gyrating to. The place smelled of spilled alcoholic drinks, pot, and overloud perfumes.
It was a nightclub and packed to fire code limits.
Sal put a shield around us so we didn't have to yell to understand each other. "We'll be lucky not to see Jude and Harpy here."
I was not exactly delighted, and my face showed it. "Those two actually like this stuff?"
"In small doses, every now and then, yes. Something to do with the movement and music and how it excites the glands. Of course, spirit guides can't be affected by alcohol or drugs - unless they want to. But we c
