Spencer gently pushed the bathroom door open, peeking inside to see if the coast was clear. The floors in here were just as sticky as they had been out on the dance floor, though he doubted it was the result of a hundred spilled vodka redbulls. The wall behind the urinals was plastered in stickers for local bands, rendered invisible beneath the phone numbers, profanity and general vandalism of the Underclub’s degenerate customer base. Luckily those customers were nowhere to be found. Spenc
Grime
By: PinkJazz