Picture this: Live music, flashing, spinning lights, and a pulsating crowd. The girl with long black hair next to you is swaying euphorically as the DJ brings the beat down. She smiles in wonder at the greens and reds that swirl over your white shirt. Reaching out to touch the flickering colors, she finally notices your face. "Mmmmm, you're pretty," she says.
She comes closer and presses her hips into yours, and whispers something about the magical colors in your ear. Her smile is so wide you're afraid it might crack. Minutes later, when the music builds back up again, her lips are suddenly on yours and you know. You sealed the deal without even trying.
Yes, this is the kind of thing that happens at Williamsburg's newly-opened warehouse-style club, Output.