Verity Alice Price

Music pumped through the club's speakers, distorted until it was barely more than a pounding bass line with a sprinkling of grace notes. It was perfect dance music, the kind that made feet tap and thighs twitch with the need to get up and move. Verity's own feet were tapping and, for the third time, she forced them to stop. There’d be time for that soon enough, but for the moment, waiting was still the name of the game.

( She hated waiting. )

[Adapted from Chapter 1 of Discount Armageddon by Seanan McGuire and preplayed with (and coded by) the incomparable firstofitskind. It continues here So it begins. NFI, NFB, OOC is love]