Amos & Open
Amos had really had a massive struggle deciding whether or not he should go to the club event. It would be after dark, it would be full of people, and so far he had done quite well at hiding the fact that there was anything unusual about him. Did he really want to risk exposing himself to everyone as an absolute freak?
Oh, but he wanted to go. Such places just didn't exist in his own world - there was the curfew, music was only present as a soundtrack to a screenshow, and people kept distant from one another. They didn't pack together on dance floors. His background in the circus meant that he had a slightly different experience from the general population, and they had often gathered to play music and entertain each other in the evening, but it was very much a quirk or eccentricity of their community, not the norm.
He'd covered up, following the rules he understood from his own version of the 2010s mixed with what he could find on Google. In the end, he had ended up dressed in quite a hipster fashion - which apparently was how he dressed most days - but he'd made sure to have a long-sleeved shirt, denim trousers tucked into laced up boots, a pair of fingerless gloves to cover the tattoos on the backs of his hands, and an oversized scarf draped around his neck. As long as they didn't decide to jump up onto his forehead out of nowhere, no one would be any the wiser to anything going on under his clothes.