Dance Party

[Nox]

A man reached under the bar near his leg and Nox nearly jumped out of his skin. What the fuck? He would have probably smacked the guy with his hand except that it was not attached any longer. The pain had diminished since it had happened. But his friends back at Kallisti were still pushing the pain killers when he winced in pain. Their mothering was part of the reason he'd slipped out of the club to find something where no one knew him.

The guy pulled out his jacket and sat down. The bartender came by and Nox smiled at him. "Sam Adam's Irish Red?" The guy had come across from the other side of the bar. Clearly not his own station as he had to walk back to the other side, but he also waited for the guys order next to me. Nice of him, good thing Nox wasn't in a hurry. "A good crowd out there?" He asked the other man just as the music died down and his voice rose way too loudly in the deafening silence. A small blush crept to his face that wasn't supposed to happen in a fucking crowded dance floor.

The DJ spoke and then Aiden was out on stage. Of course, he would be. What wasn't a good rave where Blarney Stone didn't play? Course they hadn't played any Rave Nox had ever been too he hadn't been brave enough to slip away from his father then. Not after the Methos concert. Crush or no crush on Aiden. And he performed well.

A very familiar face sat down on the other side of him. He gave her a smile as long as she didn't start in on her Voodoo preaching he'd entertain Aiden's sister. "I see the reason the rave popped up now, but I'm grateful for the entertainment." He grinned at Rowan, "I'm not sure you'll make a good wing man." Not that he was here to pick anyone up. At least that wasn't his goal. His beer arrived and Nox took a sip of it after passing the bartender a few extra credits. It was likely the only bottle Nox would buy this night. But no one needed to know that but him.