As wolf began to get up and dance off the Jamaican dish he just finished the lights of the restaurant suddenly shut off. No one is quite sure why, but the musicians hardly cared, they began to sing louder and play harder. As the beat got stronger the crowd began to move with more energy. Wolf made his way into to the middle of the crowd and jump and bump just as the people around him. He danced until his heart pumped harder and his breathing became heavier. They danced like this for at least an hour and surprisingly it was Wolf who had to give up. He couldn't dance anymore, his body didn't want to vibe to the jams of the Jamaicans rhythms. As he walked to the door his legs felt like jello and as he stepped out he prepared himself for the smell of the neighborhood he hates so much. Taking shallow breaths he could almost taste something sweet in the air. Wolf in hailed deeply hoping he would have to regret that.
"Pie?" He asked himself.
The smell of the pie almost made him forget that every light in the city was off. Wolf glanced and around the streets to see random people walk in the same direction. Confused he asked Andre who was walking past him what was going on.
"Well, everyone is gong to pie from the dinner since its the only place left with power." Andre explained
"Why?" Wolf asked.
"The hell if I know" Andre shrugged and continued to walk.
Wolf in haled the sweet smell again. The pi smelled delicious, but he wasn't much of a person to follow the crowd so he turned back into the dark, hot Jamaican club and danced.
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