People often describe the dance floor as a sea of bodies. It would have to be the choppiest sea ever. As Sara looked down from the balcony, she thought the people undulated far too much to be compared to the sea. They were more like a writhing pit of snakes, intercoiling with each other in a frenzied search for the warmth of another body.
Once in a while, a mouse, innocent and wide-eyed, would wander onto the dance floor and be immediately swarmed by the serpentine mass of flesh. If they were lucky, they escaped with a few bite marks.