New Year's @ the Dive!

[birthright_npc]

The Dive, which was prone to a gritty atmosphere, had been transformed for New Year's festivities. A rotating disco ball hung above the crowd, as well as a web of streamers. Colorful lights lit the stage for its five-band line-up, which began with a local cover band and then transitioned to new wave, punk, synthpop, and glam rock acts, all staples of the year in music.

By 11:15 p.m., the crowd was slap-happy and drunk, thanks to happy hour prices on drinks and $1 Jell-o shots. The patio smelled like barbecuing meat and nacho cheese. Merchandise for the Dive and the bands moved quickly.

The world was halfway through the decade and antsy for the second half to begin.

The Fraying Nerves were wrapping up a five-song set and about to clear the stage for the Death Spirals, a band whose hairstyles were a fire hazard.

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[brian_campo]

On stage left, a pink lace bra hung from Madeleine’s mic stand. On stage right, a plastic cup lay cracked next to Brian’s doc marten; the floor was sticky and his pant leg was saturated with Budweiser. As he picked out the melody of their last song on a keyboard, Brian had to wonder why he took up the piano and not the bass guitar. He was definitely getting the raw end of the deal.

The venue was packed. He wasn’t drunk yet, but he had a decent buzz, enough to make the stage lights fuzzy around the edges and his stomach feel warm. Somebody had ordered a bunch of tequila shots and sent them backstage before the band went on.

From up here, he didn’t recognize any faces, so he lowered his head. That was the thing about a synthesizer; since you were basically chained to your instrument, it didn’t go amiss if you zoned out instead of jumped around, or got lost in your own world. At the bridge, he shut his eyes, which is why he didn’t notice when Seth grabbed his legs; a guitarist from the Spirals grabbed his arms, and suddenly he was airborne and swinging like a sack of potatoes.

“Hey! What the fu—?”

[tiny_dancer81]

Teeth. Teeth? What the...

Theresa almost checked her forehead for ridges, because Maddy did have that effect on her and it would suck to galactic proportions to give herself away in this crowd. She managed to turn the gesture into something that smoothed her hair into place, then ducked her head in a slightly abashed fashion.

"Yeah, I, uh, I kinda never called you," she said, scuffing the toe of her shoe across the club's floor. She had to raise her voice so the humans could hear her over the music coming through the speakers. "Sorry. I was having a...a personality crisis."

She wondered if any of the people present believed that. Guys usually bought excuses, but girls were different. The vampire looked at Melody's braided hair, touched her own streaked locks. Tonight, the streaks were purple.

"It's nice to meet you, Melody," she said once she'd taken her hand back. "Is this your first visit to the Dive?"