Re: Near the entrance.
Considering certain handicaps, Lukas was often more observant than most. It was crucial for him to take register and catalog every detail. The darkness didn't help, and the drunken gyrations of the crowd were difficult to anticipate. He was beginning to remember why he didn't frequent popular clubs.
His phone vibrated with a message, and that was adequate distraction for the tangle that soon followed. Lukas was just glancing up toward the bar, noting one familiar bastard that always had him simultaneously smirking and shaking his head, when the bump caught him square in the chest. Backpedaling an awkward step, Lukas knocked into someone else who spilled their drink down his side. It was cold as ice and already sticky with sugar; SONOFABITCH. Eventually righting himself in the chaos, he noticed that the blonde woman was smiling apologetic. He could tell with the tension in her eyes that she was shouting the words he read on her lips.
"It's alright," he mouthed, inferring that it was difficult for anyone to hear in these surroundings, and he swiped some of a spilled Appletini off of his shirt.