Drew saw the bouncers head for him and leapt, half-naked (the upper half thankfully) across the tables to get away, wobbling a lot but finally slipping off and falling into some random's lap where he hunkered down, casting glances for the bored looking bouncers.
He looked up at dark eyes and a gorgeous face and there was no twinge of memory just yet, not in th strobe effect lights where Drew was so completely off his face that he couldn't recognise his hand as his own.
"Heeyyyy..." he drew out with a dirty grin, his arms coming to go around Dean's neck, nuzzling in against Dean's pulse like he belonged there, semingly ignorant of personal space. "I'm sorry" he apologised for landing on the man before he licked, licked, a heated tongue up Dan's cheek to his ear. "Wanna take me somewhere and let me make it up to you?" he purred, his voice smoky and low and hoarse, sounding like sex on legs if only because he'd been throat fucked a couple of times at some point this evening.