It was late in the night as music blared and lights flashed throughout the vacant warehouse of London.

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 stumbling over broken bottles and random puddles, glass crunching under the feet of the many rowdy natured punks that filled the weathered building.