“So what? We go inside, we dance faster. We make out with strangers. We pretend.”
Then he turned off the lights.
Leo pushed through the crowd to the DJ booth. The DJ, a skeletal man named Viktor, was slumped over his decks, eyes closed, headphones still on. He wasn’t asleep. Leo gently lifted the needle off the record. Apocalypse Partys Over-HI2U
It had caught them three days ago. They just refused to notice. “So what
The music died.
A man in a tuxedo laughed, a hollow, breaking sound. “What do you want us to do? Cry? Pray?” “So what? We go inside