California: Jungle - Heavy,

Elias didn't answer. He couldn't. The "Heavy" wasn't a place for talking. It was a place for losing the desert heat and finding the rhythmic steam. As the sub-bass rattled the marrow in his bones, the walls of the warehouse seemed to dissolve into thick, green vines.

"Too fast for you?" a girl shouted over the roar, her eyes reflecting the strobe light like a predator in the brush. Jungle - Heavy, California

The neon hum of Los Angeles didn't fade; it just got drowned out by the bass. Elias didn't answer