As stray limbs invaded his space, some of them actually hitting him or grabbing at him, Peter began to lose more and more of his already worn-thin patience. The people that filled this club all reeked of sweat and drugs and lust that the combined scent was overwhelming in a terrible way, settling in the pit of his stomach and making him almost nauseous. Peter had long started to regret his attempts to wade through the crowd about halfway through it and was growing all that more desperate to get out of its clutches. There had always been some neurotic thing he had with personal space and once or twice he wondered if he was claustrophobic to some degree. Trapped as he was now, surrounded by sounds and smells, with people seemingly closing in on him from every side, he couldn't help but think about if he was or not.
Glancing around, Peter dodged drunken hands and tried his best to shuffle around the people all dancing to the beat. At one point, he caught sight of the DJ, an attractive woman he couldn't deny, who looked like she was on another plane entirely. He still couldn't figure out how anyone wanted to listen to this kind of thing longer than two seconds, which would be as long as it took to skip the song and hope for something better to take its place. Peter had always preferred things that sounded like effort was put into them and he couldn't even tell what instruments (if any) were used in the making of this discordant noise.
Soon, it seemed as if the exit was finally within reach and the breath it felt like he was holding released in a long sigh. Just then, some overzealous asshole backed into Peter with his full weight behind the blow. On any other occasion, Peter would have been able to withstand it without really stumbling all that much, but with the music and his tenseness from being so completely surrounded, his center of gravity was off and he lost his balance. Falling back, he hit the edge of the DJ booth, not enough to throw any of the equipment out of whack, but enough to really feel the gash on his head from where it collided with the corner. "Fuck," he hissed out as he tried to get back on his feet. Part of him wanted to deck the guy, but with the way the bouncers had been staring down the whole room all night, Peter didn't really feel like bringing their attention down onto him.