The bass thumped like a heartbeat gone wild. Neon lights smeared across the crowd in purples and reds, painting everyone in something unreal. Sorenzo sat at the edge of the bar, one hand wrapped around a half-empty glass of bourbon, the other tapping restlessly against the wood.
Across the room, laughter erupted from a group near the DJ booth. He glanced over, saw a girl toss her head back mid-laugh, her silhouette blurred by flashing lights. For a moment, he thought about walking over. Then took another sip instead.
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