"Wow, hey, where did you get that shirt?"
"I made it."
"Really!, hey, will you make me one?" The dirty-blonde girl asked.
The man lifted his head, as well as his eyebrow, to get a better look at the girl. "What's so special about it?"
"It's cool."
"It's a black tee shirt with a piece of paper stuck to it."
"Really?.. wow, it looks like a graphic tee."
"Thanks."
"Hmm, I didn't see until you lifted your head, but, uh are you listening to Ode to Joy?"
"Yes, and I don't mean to be rude, but ah, if you would like to continue talking.. you should wait here, outside."
"Okay." The girl said, watching the man walk into, what she observed to be, a dance club. She could see the lights and people dancing, though the windows were tinted. Soon enough she also heard screams, people shouting murder, prayers, some begging an unnamed 'sir' to have mercy, and when she looked back at the windows they had gotten darker.. she realized it was blood. A few seconds later, the door opened.
"Hmm, you waited."
"Yes, w-what happened in there?" The girl replied, wide eyed.
"See for yourself." The man answered, smirking, and unknown to her keeping a tight hold on the gore covered knife he hadn't put away. He turned and steped to the other side of her, letting her open the door.