Darlin', won't you ease my worried mind (pt. 2)
The club was too dark and the music too loud. The electric bass thrumming through the speakers pumped through her body and beat inside her chest. The song had a sexy rolling beat that paused at just the right places. It was a true clubbing song with hardly any words at all, except for the rare occasion when a man's deep voice boomed as the music lulled, stating simply ‘the devil’s hands have been busy’, and then the beat would boom richly in her chest again. Multi-colored spotlights swirled around the dance floor, the only light that illuminated the massive center of the club. Strips of red tinted LED’s ran across the walls and wall scones held electric candles that didn't provide much lighting at all. True, it was dark outside, but the city glow and the street lamps lining the sidewalk were terribly bright compared to the inside of the club.
