It was dark, the music was loud, I was drunk, I danced. Fun times.
Funnily enough it reminded me of something like a Bam Margera party basement the way it was decorated, or that movie where the college kids go to Europe on holiday and they end up in some creepy Eastern-block transit house designed to torture and murder helpless, innocent, travelers in order to extortion American dollars out of their unwitting parents.
No wait, more like the first example.
Cheers,
Until then, get the beers in...