Aden was at the bar, only because he needed a drink and it was close by. He hated clubs, he hated the loud shitty music, and he was not a fan of dancing; so, instead, he made his way directly for the bar and ordered a double whiskey, straight and neat. It wasn't the most impressive or elaborate of drinks, which is why the bartender's eyes likely rolled, but Aden didn't care. He wanted something that did the job, not that tasted like a starburst threw up.
He received his drink and sipped from it, turning to look at the gyrating hips of all the women on the dance floor, and then caught sight of one in particular, smirking when he saw Trouble out there, but he absolutely did not move out there with her; after all, what was the point of that? He was a bad dancer, and she most definitely didn't want to be seen with him dancing, at all.
So instead he sipped and watched the way her body moved, grinning at the image.