Had it been any other day, Adam would have been overjoyed at the prospect of the burlesque he'd been invited to. The ladies seemed friendly- and interested- the guys jealous. It would have been perfect.
Why, then, did he feel like he was... disrespecting something? He hadn't meant for God to give him guilt about Lilith and Eve. He... couldn't do that. Neither of them wanted him to. He was supposed to be the chauvenistic bastard. So he was here to act like one.
Putting on a smile that was far more confident than he felt, he wandered towards the back of the club, figuring Jade would find him much easier than he would find her, with all the distractions around.