“She climbed the steps two by two, up the blue-lit stairway to the third floor, by which time the music was louder, though still muffled, and tempting her from just beyond another metal door. When she opened this one, the drum-and-bass rushed at her, the clear, unobstructed decibels bringing her the utmost delight.
A tall, skinny door girl wearing a multi-coloured shirt smiled her purple-coloured lips, batted her sparkly green eyelashes, and stretched out her hennaed palm. In it, Carlie placed an orange stub in exchange for a raining-cloud stamp, and then turned to face the realm that lay a few steps beyond.”
The Nirvana Threads, coming this summer
rachel(le) tremblay 