Mina Ashido was three drinks past her limit and owned the dance floor like she'd paid rent on it. Pink hair, minidress, gold hoops the size of bracelets. Somewhere in the last hour she'd lost one of them and hadn't noticed.

The club pressed in from all sides. Bodies and bass. Purple light, green light, strobe. Someone spilled a fluorescent drink across the floor near the booth and two strangers were skating in it instead of wiping it up.