Lorcan was already on edge from the interaction with Stephen, and it wasn't helped by the way men kept grabbing him. One had even tried to kiss him, but he'd been able to avoid that by ducking at the last minute. The kiss had gone to the man groping his arse, which was quite convenient because the two men had been distracted with one another enough to forget about him.
He really was not having a good time, no matter how much he tried to tell himself to loosen up a little. He just wanted to find Dylan or Sandy, and get out of here. It wasn't looking good though, and he was finding the number of hiding spots in the club to be few and far between. He'd just about decided to give up and go home on his own, when someone came up behind him.
He jumped at Dylan's voice, flailing at the sound and winced as one of his hands connected smartly with the wall. "Dylan!" he exclaimed and before he even registered what he was doing, threw his arms around the older man and clung to him.