1. The huge, corrugated steel door rattled on its tracks as it slid back, creating a hollow echo.

2. MacKenzie yawned and looked around the bar, noting the now-thinning crowd.

3. "Hello?" she called, feeling the utter blackness closing in on her triphammering heart.

4. MacKenzie squinted against the glaring neon.

5. "What?" I screamed, and she leaned in to put her lips against my ear.

6. Mac could almost taste the stale beer, leather conditioner, cigarette smoke, and dancers' nervous sweat.

7. The place looked deserted, but the vibration coming through her boots told her differently.

8. MacKenzie grimaced and slammed the nearly-empty bottle to the bar, waving to the bartender for a cold beer.

Ok, so it's more than a paragraph. I'm genetically verbose. I can't help it. * grin *

The huge, corrugated steel door rattled on its tracks as it slid back, creating a hollow echo. MacKenzie tried to peer into the blackness of the warehouse, but she couldn't see anything. She'd heard that there was a new nightclub in this building - she was to meet her friends Amy and Candy here, as a matter of fact. She wandered on in, and called out - "Hello?" - feeling the utter blackness closing in on her triphammering heart. There was a small amount of light now - coming from the far end of the building. She started toward it. The place looked deserted - but the vibration coming through her boots told her differently. She found the source of the light - a stairwell.

As she descended the stairs and pulled open a heavy steel door, her senses were assaulted. She squinted against the glaring neon, and could almost taste the stale beer, leather conditioner, cigarette smoke, dancers' nervous sweat. This must be the place! She went to the bar and called the bartender over, ordering a beer. The bartender asked a question, but MacKenzie was deafened by the blasting music. "What?" she screamed, and the bartender leaned over to put her lips against MacKenzie's ear…sending a shudder of pleasure down MacKenzie's spine. Mac sipped at her beer, when it finally arrived, and looked around at the steadily growing crowd. Losing track of time would be easy here…and Mac realized how easy with her next swig of beer. She grimaced and slammed the nearly-empty bottle down, motioning to the bartender for a cold beer.