Lexi took a moment to find her balance again after the sudden apparation, before she glanced around. While she wasn't an avid patron of Toxique, she'd been a time or two, usually with someone else. She recognized the building after a moment and laughed. "How very naughty of you, Clint," she grinned, following him easily into the club, though she did have to give up her bottle of rum at the door.
As Clint moved to find them a table, Lexi hooked onto his arm and pulled him in a different direction. They were still sitting by the stage, just not in the "splash zone", as she called it. "I don't want to be hit by a stray thong," she responded, slipping into the booth and waving over one of he servers. Since she'd had to give up her own bottle of rum, she ordered another to replace it.
"You know," she laughed, glancing toward the bloke currently on the stage, "It's just not the same when a man shakes his arse. We're so much better at it." Lexi was more a fan of the entertainment Toxique provided rather than the amount of skin it's dancers showed ... alright, so perhaps she didn't mind a few of the dancers, but that was it. Clint was right, however, it was the perfect place to be. No attention unless you wanted attention.