A familiar guitar riff tuned up as Darren stepped through the doors of The Haunt. But unlike those from the previous nights, this one didn't fill him with a sense of dread. For lack of a better phrase, it rocked the joint to the walls!
Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose
And to pretend
She's overboard
Myself assured
I know I know
A dirty word
"Yo!" Darren yelled to Nelson, trying to make himself heard over the blaring speakers. "I didn't know you boring ol' Ghosts were into Nirvana!"
"Oh, you'll be surprised!" Nelson cupped his hands over his mouth. "Even the old dudes love this sort of stuff."
Darren strained his eyes, trying to make out faces through the swarm of wannabe throbbing heads. Nope. Nope. Nope. None of the Ezisa members registered.
With the lights out
It's less dangerous
Here we are now
Entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now
Entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
Yea
The crowd promptly went wild as the guitar riff sounded again, playing over and over. An infectious tune lingered in the air like a sweet siren calling out to her intoxicated listeners. Wild, thought Darren. It was like his one of his college binge parties all over again, though he usually skipped those unless there was no other choice.
"Here!" Nelson waved at him, having found an empty table. "At last!"
Oh well, no sight yet of Kat and the rest. Darren sat down and ordered a drink.
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