Creative Writing: Rocky Horror

Kurt stands crammed in the aisle of the bus, one hand wrapped around a pole, as they travel slowly down a mostly deserted street. The lack of lights and activity is disconcerting after all the chaos on the strip. The noisy crowd on the bus makes up for the quiet outside. Everyone except him and, hopefully, the driver are drunk or on their way there.

The ring shines dully in the crummy lights on the bus. It feels weirdly grown up to have a ring on. The first time he'd tried a wedding ring on was when Rachel dragged him into Tiffany's. She was sure Finn would propose again last Valentine's Day and she wanted to hint for something specific. Finn didn't.
While Rachel examined dozens of rings, Kurt tried a few on for the hell of it. He favorite was a platinum eternity band with diamonds all the way around. All that bling is too flashy and something simple and classy is more his style for everyday wear.
A huge crowd spills across the sidewalk around the casino. The enormous lit guitar is kind of cool.

Based on the clothes everyone wears, Kurt can almost imagine Rocky Horror is showing, but he's not quite getting a Rocky vibe from the group. Most of the girls have extremely large breasts and wear skimpy dresses. The dress code for the guys is similar, tight clothing and several have their shirts unbuttoned to display rock hard abs and miles of tan skin. Enough people are wearing some sort of fetish gear that Kurt wonders if the party is BDSM themed. The last time he went clubbing with girls, they didn't dress like this. Except for Santana, but she gets to go in her own category.
Excitement hangs in the air around the crowd. The bus picks up a group of tourists and takes