Simon's idea to call a cab had been a wise one - Samuel was sure of this from his first steps into the nightclub. The sheer amount and variation of skin scandalously attired or unabashedly bared was intoxicating on its own. The promise of free liquor for nearly two hours was icing on an already lovely cake. "I don't know about you," he said, casting a long and satisfied glance around the room, "but the music is a small price to pay for this view."
He lingered by the door, though whether he was waiting for his newfound acquaintance's response or simply sketching out a game plan was unclear. He had made no effort to dress according to the code of the apparent regulars, having hastily chosen a flatteringly fitted black tee shirt and dark denim jeans. Still, he did not stand out, exactly, as the lure of an open bar appeared to have drawn a number of atypical patrons. "Alright, Simon," he said, tipping his head toward the bar. "Might as well get a few drinks while the Hot Topic kids are angling for the best seats. You game?" In a moment he was cutting a path through the crowd, leading Simon on as he shouldered the milling clubgoers aside.