Kevan wasn't so surprised that the club was so busy. It seemed that for some reason, this place did amazing business on Sundays and he made a lot more money on Sundays than he did any other night of the week. So much so, that on Sundays he only danced while on other days he bartended and danced depending on how business was. He'd gotten over his shyness and wariness about this long ago. Besides, when someone as powerful as his boss was demanded you dance, well, you danced.
There was a different kind of energy in the place tonight and he couldn't put his finger on the cause. It didn't seem to be bothering the bosses, so he was doing his best to shake it off. Maybe he was just overtired. It was a possibility considering how many hours he'd been working lately.
He was spinning around the pole during his most recent set when he caught sight of a pair of blue eyes watching him. Thinking he was mistaken, he shimmied up the pole and while he was slowly spinning back down to stage with nothing but his legs holding him up he took the time to look more carefully out over the audience. As he controlled his descent, he glanced across the audience like he wasn't aware of anything and caught sight of those eyes again, framed by hair that was a color he couldn't make out through the haze of smoke and dim lights.
He definitely didn't seem as at ease in the place as their other clientele and Kevan couldn't resist aiming one of his best smiles his way as he did a backbend from the pole to the stage.