No Snow. Players: stainsofblue, RomanHk Genre: paranormal? Rating: PG 13 Is this RP open or closed?: closed Notes: The lights in the women's bathroom were blue and flickered in an out, on and off; they seemed to sway, too, impossible to fix in place. Sky's face in the mirror came in and out of focus, smudged mascara, make-up that had clumped a little with sweat, lip-stick vanished except for the outer edges of her lips. Even here, the basses droned in her ears, she blinked, knuckles growing white on the dirty sink in an attempt to keep her standing, to stop the spinning in her head, the spinning of the world outside of it. She still hated the clothes - they weren't hers: bright and short and so sticky and tight in a way a corset just wasn't. There were small beads of sweat in the back of her neck but when she tried to reach back to wipe them away, the room seemed to turn upside down and immediately, her hand closed around the sink again. She needed some fun, they'd said. She needed to let go and enjoy her life - needed to become one of them. Rats don't get really drunk anyway, they would just feel a little tingle that's all. But then someone had found a mixture of herbs and sugar and tequila and now she was in that bathroom, her eyes wide and she stared at herself, trying to fix her reflection in place. It was when the sink started to make a strange noise under her hand, crunched, creaked and suddenly came loose from the wall, that her panic took hold completely, and stumbling more than running, she forced her way through the dancing, swaying masses - too many scents, too much sweat and kisses, too much noise for her tender senses. It made her head full to burst when she finally tore the door open and landed hard on her knees in front of the club. The city was darks, cars everywhere, a line of waiting party-goers laughing at her bloody knee. Escape was first on her mind when she scrambled to her feet and launched herself right into open traffic.