Bodies filled the bottom floor, scattered with random people. Wild hair, ripped clothing, and sweat filled the air as Sid was sprawled next to Johnny on the decaying couch in the loft. While Steve and Paul were on the first floor, glass crunching under the feet of the many rowdy natured punks that filled the weathered building.

John scanned over the large warehouse unimpressed. With one arm thrown across the back of the trashed couch the other holds loosely to a beer bottle unbothered.