He weaved his way through the packed dance floor. Epileptic lights and hot sweat mixed with fake fog to create a miasma of desperate emptiness. He pushed past a girl with pigtails and pacifier stuck in her mouth grinding some faux-rich college brats.
A chance overheard conversation at work informed him that she liked to come here to this…this temple of hedonism. His love for her drew him, though he avoided these types of places like the plague.
His eyes widened when he spotted her in the corner, flirting with some man. Anger filled him, and he stalked over.
Her mouth opened in an O when she spotted him. She looked around, searching for an escape. Her companion noticed her distress and rose to his feet. “Hey, what’s your problem, man?”
“The problem, man, is that’s my daughter…who’s only sixteen.”
His glare cut short her protest. “We’re going home. Now, young lady.”
She shuffled along beside him, stiletto heels clacking, and he eyed her outfit with distaste. The sleeveless sequin vest glittered in the flashing laser-light, while the black skirt barely brushed her thighs. “Your mother’s going to kill you for taking her clothes without asking.”
Word Count: 198
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