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Angel thought his eardrums were going to burst. He didn't understand how humans stood it, but a vampire's sensitive hearing wasn't made for this decibel level. Worse was the crush of teenagers, all wearing too few clothes, all reeking of sex, the pounding of their heartbeats mimicking the pounding of the bass. It was making his fangs ache.
"Don't you love this band?" Buffy leaned over, yelling into his ear. He hid his wince and instead, plastered on a smile. Secretly, he wished he were listening to a minuet by Bach. Music had not improved over the years at all.