Melinda looked up from where she and Cho were sitting. It took her a moment to place the bloke because she hadn't ever really seen him in a club before.
"Pig! What are you doing here? I mean, yes, dancing and drinking, but I didn't think this was your style," she said, nudging out the spare chair. "Here, take a seat and talk with us. You can scare away the worrisome blokes who accosted us earlier and got too gropey."