Zev blinked as a hooded man pointed at him and motioned for him to follow. He'd been at the concert only to practice pickpocketing, and he'd come off with ten wallets and seven watches. Not really his best take, but he really just wanted the practice. He assumed the hooded man was taking him somewhere to be chastised, and that perhaps he'd have to return the goods.
He stuck his hands in the pockets of his leather pants, boots whisper quiet as he was led to a hallway. The door was open at the end, and he straightened the collar of his dark green t-shirt as he waited in line. Apparently he had been shepherded with a large group of people, all of them attractive. He was by far the most petit, and he sighed, leaning against the wall and tucking his blond hair behind his pointed ears.