The unrelenting bass throbbed through Darryl's skull, worsening the dull ache that had settled in behind his eyes. Vanessa was driving him crazy. However, he knew it was a temporary feeling. It won't last long. After his awkward conversation with Vanessa, he retired to his favorite club.
Rave club had been his escape room whenever he had a lot on his plate. He had sought solace in the club's dimly-lit interior, hoping the rhythmic beat of the music would drown out the echoes of his argument with Vanessa.
Perhaps a couple of drinks or a pretty face would finally quiet the storm brewing inside him.
He had texted Dawson, requesting his presence at the club, because he needed someone to talk to. Dawson is always a beacon of familiarity in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Dawson promised to com
