Chapter 28
The bass was a living, breathing beast inside the Purple Kitty club. It thrummed through the floor, climbed up through the soles of Beth's heels, and rattled somewhere behind her sternum. The place was fully open for business on a Saturday night. The lights pulsed in lazy, hypnotic waves of violet, then deep red, then a blue so dark it was almost black. As for the crowd packed like sardines, they moved beneath them like something boneless and content. Bodies were pressed together so tightly that Beth was certain some people were doing more than just dancing. Smell and air temperature were helpfully managed by the circulating air pumped by all the state-of-the-art air-conditioners, but there was only so much the machines could do. Still, all around her, the fun continued. Glasses raise
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