Bone-shaking bass pulses and lights flash. Bodies are everywhere. Intertwining. Writhing. Gyrating. Almost everyone is wearing something that glows, and ambient blacklights cause everything white to luminesce. The bars on either end of the dance floor are back-lit with blacklights and decorated in neon running-lights. The only thing separating this club from a rave is rampant drug use. But under the ever-shifting lighting and the shroud of anonymity... anything is possible.
With sweat just starting to dot his forehead, a certain Elemental retreats from the mass of moving bodies to the relative quiet and calm of the bar. Crazy night. He doesn't usually dance. His form-fitting white shirt radiates the same blue-white as his smile for the bartender. This place is hot. He's not hitting dive bars any more after this. If anything? He should up the ante. Find bigger, wilder, more exclusive clubs. And... of course... keep any eye out for trouble. He grins to himself, taking a big gulp of a cold drink. Winter's ear to the ground: that's him. Right after he has his fun.