The baseline of the music shakes the bones of the house with every deafening thud. Smith dances in the neon lights with the heat of the crowd pressed around him. Sweat drips down the back of his neck. He’s been flirting with the DJ for over five songs, undressing him with his eyes and letting his charm surround him like smoke.
“I’ve got half an hour for break. Do you want to…”
CW: drowning, murdering, getting off on murdering someone via drowning, death, and sex
allusions to religion, and blasphemy of holiness. If there’s anything else I need to mention, let me know.