Remy strolled in from the outside like he was meant to be there, which was possible. Dressed in a loosely buttoned warm red silk shirt and poured on black leather pants, he was comfortable enough and looked plausible for any flavor of dance, salsa to tango.
He grinned his easy-charm grin and wove amongst the minglers. He would enjoy cutting loose with some music with a fun partner, male or female.
He sipped a passable mojito and looked about, broadcasting cheerful easy-going fun.