Bad Behavior

Vittorio Del Carlo

I threw my car into park, killing the engine just past the perimeter of the downtown club. The muffled, heavy bass of the music vibrated through the asphalt, a stark contrast to the flashing neon lights bleeding into the dark, empty lot. As I stepped out into the night air, my eyes locked onto a recognizable silhouette lurking in the shadows of the parked vehicles.

It was Var