Az, Open 9pm-ish
Jean had found something reasonably presentable to wear to the Rage tonight. Which meant he had on a dark blue tee shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans and cowboy boots. He didn't exactly fit in with the leather and chains crowd, but he didn't stick out so much.
They'd nearly not gone at all when he saw what Az had chosen. He was more and more convinced the woman was trying to kill him. Or at least, give him a heart attack.
And she wasn't the only one. His ears and eyes took a minute to adjust to the lighting and loud music, but once they did.
"Dieu.." he rasped, turning several shades of scarlet as he watched two women in the middle of the bloody dance floor snogging. His first instinct was to run the hell away. And not stare. He was not staring.
"Let's come back later," he managed to suggest without his voice breaking.