Rocky nodded, following Ikon towards the building. She wasn't nervous, but very very curious. Girl like her didn't frequent these places much. She knew of them, because of Will speaking about them, and figured she could hold her own. It probably wasn't any different to the Dungeon nightclub in NYC and so she shimmied along with the inncubus.
The angel's hand twisted in Syn's hair as he smiled at him. "If you want to be," was Will's answer, though of course he already knew the smaller man would want to be at the angel's beck and call for the evening. "I wouldn't complain. Your lips are like pixie dust...." he said, putting emphasis on the last two words to know that Will knew precisely what Syn had done the other night.