I have grown allergic to the air inside the strip club where Repent is held. I started noticing it six weeks ago when Thistle and the Grievers were here. I had a raging headache that didn't go away despite liberal doses of acetaminophen or the Chinese trick Meaghan showed me, the one where you apply pressure on the fleshy spot between your thumb and forefinger. It helped a bit, but only a bit. Then last week I noticed it again: the minute I stepped through the door, the dull throbbing pain began. And it's happening again tonight. (I'm writing this at the club, in the bright backroom for personnel types.) It's annoying as hell. Oh well. It's promising to be a really sucky night anyway.