<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a6/Hen%27s_Teeth.jpg)</div><br/>The redhead gave the bald girl's hand an affectionate squeeze and lead her out onto the dance floor, close enough to Tears to include her but not crowding in on her own style.  The little redhead stood in front of her new friend and let the music sweep away all thoughts of the sin she'd been born in.  Lacey was hardly a fanatic when it came to that aspect of the litany anyway, and such petty intolerance had no place on the dance floor.  She let the music move her, body swaying and undulating against Cheryl's—occasionally brushing her body, occasionally not, but always close enough to let her know they were here together.<br/><br/>Once Lacey had the rhythm, she let her eyes wander the crowd, getting a feel for the place.  She noticed a good many dealers—even for a rave club—and more than a few people who'd indulged far too heavily in their wears—or just had no head for drink.<br/><br/>She paid attention to the cliques, taking note of who people clustered around.  Where did the most popular hold their court, and who were their rivals?<br/><br/>The question that got the most fully into her head, though...<br/><br/>Leaning into Cheryl so that their bodies moved more fully into each other, she spoke quietly into the other girl's ear.  The way her hair fell, she could easily be making out with the other girl—or just whispering gossip, or about the boys she'd been checking out.<br/><br/>“Look over by the east bar.   See the stubbly guy?  Eyes all out of focus?  Sometimes he jerks as he looks around.  Other times his eyes bulge like he's about to start ranting at thin air.  And he came to the club with a mustard stain on his withe shirt.<br/><br/>“But no one's really paying any attention.  Want to dance up on him and see what happens if people actually notice he's here?”