The hospital was an imposing edifice at night, the grounds had people scattered about and the thrum of music ran heavy in the air as they went closer.  Peter paid their admission as Trent led the way into the crowd, the maze of corridors within was lit by innumerable glow sticks of multiple hues and strings of industrial lights.  Following the hard beats to what might have been a lobby Peter let his eyes scan around him, finding what might be familiar faces from school, though he looked for only one recognizable face that he did not see.<br/><br/>A crowd already filled the open space, the buzz of conversation mixed in with the beats from the DJ whose bobbing head was visible above a particularly bright box of lights.  Sweaty bodies moved with an incomprehensible union of limbs and motions that made the crowd look like it was merging into one.  As Peter bought them beers they drank in quick gulps, the bubbling liquid cool in his throat as they moved to the edge of the dance area as Trent scanned the crowd.  Strobe and black lights alternated over the crowd, Peter never really got into the house beats that the crowd danced to but he loved watching the girls dance.  In the throng of people Peter could sense a current of anticipation, of something going to happen tonight.<br/><br/>Trent leaned in close, the only way they could hear each other near the dancers, "check out that one on the table!"  Trent's chin gestured toward a slim, black haired girl who was dancing on a table.<br/><br/>"Nice," Peter agreed as he finished his beer and left it on a table with other abandoned bottles, "but she's probably taken, the good ones usually are."  Without another word Peter dived into the mass of people, joining the crowd.