[He moves with Spike. Mutely following where he leads. The club spins, drugs, and booze, hitting him all at once. John reaches for the elbow of Spike's jacket, so he doesn't lose him, and doesn't fall.
The music drowns out all words, other than those whispered to him, for him. Everyone else is faceless in the dark. It feels like they're alone in a labyrinth made of people.
It's peaceful, almost. Except for his heart, beating too hard, and too fast, in his chest, louder than the base. A bird in a rattled cage.]
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The music drowns out all words, other than those whispered to him, for him. Everyone else is faceless in the dark. It feels like they're alone in a labyrinth made of people.
It's peaceful, almost. Except for his heart, beating too hard, and too fast, in his chest, louder than the base. A bird in a rattled cage.]