@egolds
“I said...” He said loudly over the heavy thrum of the music blaring overhead. There seemed to be a reprieve from all of the partygoers singing their passive aggressions out on stage. In it’s place was something more Klaus’ speed; the thrum of the beat matching in time to his heart as he lowered his face closer to the stranger on the dance floor. “DO YOU KNOW WHERE I CAN GET SOME MDMA?” His words flew out right as the music overhead was cut off. All eyes seemed to turn onto him as he floundered a moment, hands rising up in the air defensively. “For charity.” He said after a moment as strangers got onto the stage once more for some unprecedented karaoke, subsequently pulling some of the attention away from the small hiccup. He glanced back at the man who’s face he’d just yelled into, carrying on in a casual tone. “I work with underprivileged.... doctor’s... conducting a study. You see, it is very important I see to helping them out in any way I can.”














