Smoke filled the room, staining the dark red walls with nicotine. Hotel California played through the speakers and a chorus of voices filled the air. Cigarettes and alcohol mixed with the stench of human bodies and cheap cologne. People sat and leaned on the dark wooden furniture, participating in a number of activities. Needles littered the floor, pipes passed hands and one woman laid unconscious in the corner, ignored by everyone else. The light barely penetrated through the smog, leaving the party in partial darkness. Beer cans served as ashtrays and spit cans, and a fine grime coated the floor under all the trash that lay scattered among the countless needles.
