"Sometimes I forget...." Evelyn says out loud, though barely loud enough to be heard with the throbbing of the music. She knew he was an Incubus, but it seemed like a random label. He hadn't grown fangs. No bat-like wings. He hadn't tried to steal her soul in the night. A sex demon who didn't need sex. What was the world coming to really. "Somehow I'm not shocked. You don't seem like the shy type, Xander." But her words were very likely swallowed in the increase of noise and jostling couples, groups, and movement.
She had to navigate carefully behind him, tightly clutching his hand. The place was only getting more and more crowded as the night went on. She had to squeeze past and in-between those who had carved out their own little spaces. And it did seem to get denser and hotter with the press of bodies. There was a blast of cool air from above; a fan that spread out the blast from the air conditioning that was working to its breaking point.
As Xander stopped and turned, she moved up closer to him as she avoided a trio that decided to make their brunette friend the meat in their blonde sandwich. The music all flowed together in a near seamless fashion, and it provided an easy flow. "Your kind of music?" She didn't mind either way. She let her hands fall to his shoulders, letting her body press against his off center.
She let one of her arms fall down to her side, the other resting his arm as she moved, her legs positioned so that one of his fell between them allowing her some movement if in a limited motion. "I think your stripper friend was surprised...."