The floors shake from the vibrators of the bass, pouring out of speakers that are mounted in every direction.  Lights flash and dance across the moving crowd, never stopping, just like the music.  There is glitter scattered across the floor, decorating every possible inch of the black surface and Ammy isn't sure if it's all from Jason or if it's partially from all the people walking around the place, but it definitely adds to the atmosphere.

Ammy used to feel uncomfortable here, parties just weren't her thing: the lights, the noise, the people getting in her personal space, and the number of people taking part in less than savory activities-...