Who: Rave and LSD \\ Rave and Goth Where: Decadence \\ Big Tom's Greasy Spoon When: Friday Night \\ Saturday Morning (early) What: Reuniting old friends \\ The Aftermath Warnings:SPONTANEOUS HUMAN COMBUSTION TBD
In a sea of dark clothing, collars and corsets dotting the plush interior of Fetish's personal temple, it was not difficult to spot the odd one out. Tucked into the DJ booth, out of the way but controlling the hard thrumming pulse of the music that filled the air, was a shock of pink made all the brighter by the darkness surrounding it. Tucked around slender, collared neck, a pair of giant headphones, swiveled upward so the tip of that bright head might press ear to foam and tune in to the music directly. Pale fingers worked the decks while her face, painted in dark shades was illuminated soft blue-white by the glow of the laptop plugged into them.
It wasn't quite her element, but it was close enough for any given Friday evening. It kept her busy, anyway, finding tunes that were appropriate to her surroundings but still mixed together well enough to make the beats seamless for the evening. Thankfully, the job was fairly easy - queue up the tracks beforehand, wait for one to almost finish, blend it into the next, and wait again. As her job was done for another seven or so minutes, she stepped back from the decks and found her ever present bottle of water - glowing oddly from the pink glowstick shoved into it - and sipped from it, her attention turning to the floor below the booth.