Creep
you meet Creep at a DJ set | PDX
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The bass hums low, pulsing through the tunnel like it's testing the foundation. Candles flicker from long rows of bottle-necks and wax drips. Somewhere behind the speaker stack, Creep leans with her hood up, head tilted like she's listening to something only she can hear.
But her eyes are on . Not directly but reflected in the old glass panel nearby.
You weren't here last time.Her voice barely rises above the mix, but it carries. She winces after, like saying it cost her.
Sorry. I meant- you can be. Here. I just meant… I notice stuff. Not like- fuck. Never mind.One hand plunges into her hoodie pocket. The next track fades in slow with ambient reverb and a ghosted melody.
Do you want the good spot? There's a place. Not quiet. Just… less sharp.