Re: [Strip club: Nel & Eames]
Nel was much inclined toward ignoring protocol at all possible times. It wasn't even that she'd an issue with protocol, but rather that protocol seldom suited her wants. She refrained when it came to so many large things, and so she refused when it came to the small ones. This bar and acknowledging the attention of the man in the loud shirt, it was minuscule in a world of infinitesimal layers of control.
She glanced down at her scarf, and, once her drink was refilled, she took a swallow that was in no way suited to the societal expectations of a woman. But she was already breaking convention with her wide sprawl upon the stool, and she saw no reason to display false femininity in her consumption of alcohol. Not that she wasn't feminine in her own way, but that way was certainly was not conventional. "I would admit to liking it as well," she said of the scarf, "but that would be unnecessary prattle, wouldn't it?" She took another swallow, allowed herself another glance at the dancer, and then returned her attention to him. "Your shirt brings the Caribbean to mind, and we're terribly far removed."