“Not for more than a weekend. Surfing, getting out onto the waves where there are already few enough people is good enough for me. I’m afraid I haven’t ever been much of a camping guy. I’ve done it, but never longer than a weekend.” Xander’s grin just widened a bit more as he continued to walk. He seemed to be quite at home in this element, always seeming to know just when to shift so that he shouldered past most groups. “Granted, if I had the right guide…” But then, he’d be doing something other than camping, and it wouldn’t really count, would it?
He glanced sideways at her and tilted his head as he seemed to regard her for a moment. “You go find an open booth, I’ll go get us some drinks. Once you’re in the mood to move, we’ll go check out the strippers, then get you out on the dancefloor to prove that they’re not the only ones who can move like that. Sound good?”
Once she actually agreed to the idea, he would turn and head toward the bar to get them a set of drinks. It would take him a few moments to get one of the bartenders attention, but it would happen soon enough. He would then make his way back toward the booths in the back, moving between each in turn until he found his companion for the evening. When he did, he would have a setup that carried eight shots, four each, and a beer to chase them down.