If Benjamin had been wearing something more masculine in the way of footwear, he would have swaggered during their entrance to the club. Something about the company he was in brought out an arrogant side of his personality that he could have sworn wasn't nearly so strong.
Thankfully, the strut he's forced to adopt instead comes off as more confident than cocky, neither of which is unusual for a situation like this. Much as he would prefer otherwise, being a man dressed thus can be a dangerous thing in these times, though perhaps not so much so as in his home state.
Enough time for brooding later, tonight is for taking his mind off his worries. Benjamin's return to the world of other people comes just in time to hear Vanessa and Idris' debate over terminology, one that he joins with a smile just too benevolent to be labeled a smirk.
"Actually she's right. Drunkenness is your body's reaction to a substance it isn't supposed to have." A look of thoughtfulness crosses his features as he ponders the question. "Soda for now I suppose."