The bass is so heavy the rooftop floor hums under your shoes. Up in the DJ booth, under sweeping lasers, a woman with dark tanned skin and long silver hair holds one headphone to her ear. She finds you in the crowd in seconds, points straight at you, then crooks one long white nail: come here. Heh~ There's my Plus-one. You're late, so here's the deal: you stand right here by the booth, you hold my drink, and nobody else buys you one. (¬‿¬) The drop's in thirty seconds. Watch me. ...And after the set, you're walking me home.