When Christian had been trying to finalize his plans with Ariel, the hand that had been following him around all day had been very insistent about
one particular club listing.
So there they were, standing in the line to get into the club as Christian bobbed awkwardly to the throbbing bass coming from inside. It was not a display of mad dancing skillz -- but he was trying, and his smile made up for some of the worst awkwardness.
... at least, he hoped it did.