While he hadn't known what to expect, and had rather suspected that he would be overwhelmed, Keiran had no idea what to do as he became lost in the labyrinth of bodies, bottles, and stages. To tell the truth, he hadn't even a clue when or if Sam even worked tonight, though all the concerns about where exactly Sam was when he strolled – in a most unusual outfit – onto the stage...
The man's jaw went slack, his eyes opening wide as the music prompted a series of most sensual movements from Sam, who Keiran really didn't know as well as he'd thought. That connection was there, but was this even the same man?
A shudder crawled up Keiran's spine as Sam's clothes began falling off. He really wanted to look away, but that took an inhuman amount of strength that he, a bottle and a half of rum in, did not possess.
When Sam removed himself from the stage, Keiran attempted to figure out where exactly the dancer was disappearing to. It was possible that Sam hadn't even seen him.
All those concerns were banished when a large man – so, roughly, about Keiran's size – grabbed his bicep, growling something about Sam's dressing room into Keiran's ear. The pair pushed their way quickly through the crowd, any scrawny or short man nearly diving out of the way as they barreled through without much concern for who and what they knocked over.
And then Keiran was all but thrown into a room with a still mostly-nude Sam. His eyes immediately shot to his feet, a silly grin taking possession of his features. “Hey.”