I cursed my choice of drink: whiskey; it was all wrong. In the middle of the empty dance floor, some dude in black contorted his torso indolently. The music doesn’t seem meant for this type of response, though. It wants to inspire palm-trees swaying, or feet dangling out a window on desert roads, or smoking pot on the porch while discussing succulents. Sly or uncomfortable, maybe, Luke Top calls the dude out, simultaneously encouraging and admonishing him.

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