Bored Stiff

I'm so tired of sitting at my laptop, but my workload has anchored me to it. This is from an exercise I've just finished where I was asked to describe the same location in two different genres, ignoring any storyline and just focusing on setting the mood. This a small venue, in horror.

The ceiling is covered in some kind of mesh that makes the small room look like it has a thick skin. Everyone is standing inside the stomach of a huge beast that’s swallowed us whole.
The lights flare up the bar, where upturned bottles glug their liquor into glasses and foamy pints thud down onto wood. All the small spills glisten as they slowly find their way to an edge and drip to the floor until someone presses against them and they are stopped and smeared. Corners take their turn to be illuminated – when one is flooded the others lay dormant with only the dull glow of the venue to cast blurred shadows against dark walls. The pulse of the lights makes everything sway as though the beast were running in slow motion as we linger inside it, uncaring that we may emerge somewhere unknown.
The stage is suddenly thrashing; bodies with guitars and microphones weave in an out of each other, hard and fast, and the noise is in everything. It gushes from speakers scattered against the walls as if leads and wires were veins powering us with bloody beats. The violent voice is the like the switch of a blender, revving the crowd until individual limbs and faces become a single indestructible mass.
People stand around this mass as though splattered on the edge of a mixing bowl, their feet held fast to the sticky floor. The air is digesting the sweat and alcohol that seeps from us, song after song, taking from everyone until we’re breathing in something solid and alive, all connected, all working to keep the beast moving.

Lately I've been listening to lots of Every Time I Die, eating more Smart Price food and watching at least one torture themed horror film a day. I think it's safe to say that's shining through in my work.