Paint chips at joes?????

At Joe's, the bar was buzzing with the vibrant beats of Bollywood night, lights flashing and bodies moving in rhythm. Amidst the chaos, I stumbled upon a peculiar scene: paint chips scattered on the floor like lost confetti. Mesmerized by the surreal vibe, they fed me straight paint on a spoon, the thick liquid coating my tongue with a taste I couldn’t quite place. Nearby, the little bouncer, lost in his own world, watched the spectacle unfold, his hand moving in a grotesque rhythm of its own below his belt region.