Dance Dance Time - Eros
Zayn hadn't been too sure about that voice mail he'd gotten from Ben but the fuzzy part of his brain that he didn't quite understand (having never had a drink in his life) was positive that he needed to go to the pub and meet up with the cute little innocent that was clearly coming on to him. So that's where he had gone.
He had disappeared into the crowd, dancing to the music... and kind of laughing when the kisses had happened. Even though it had apparently upset someone - he didn't see who. What were a few kisses between musicians and women? Oh well, what did he know. He was just a dancer. He had gone dancing instead of searching for Ben as despite being there, the message... Well, he'd make Ben look for him.
As to his green - it was not his color. That didn't mean he wasn't wearing any but his clothes (leather pants, mesh shirt, heavy boots) were all done in black and gold. His mass of curly hair was drawn back into a loose ponytail and woven with green and gold ribbons so no one would pinch him for not having green... They could pinch him for other things though. He wouldn't mind.