omen slither and men stare at Metrotown hot spot Pure, whose name has got lost in translation upon being embraced by the club-goers of the city. The cover is steep on Saturday night, the dance floor illuminated with lasers and packed with people intent on loosening their designer gear - even if that just means sipping a vodka on the rocks while joining the line of dudes against the back wall.

Like a grade-school dance personified, groups of hot-and-bothered girls bump and grind while the guys cop feels and phone numbers. The sound system's mids are muffled, but the overzealous DJ does his part - even if it’s the ho-hum R & B and Top 40 variety - to put the bite on Van’s fickle and flirtatious.