“What /kind/ of night club?” she laughed. “If it’s anything like you, I think I would not be appreciated by your other patrons.” She reached out and ran swift fingers over his leather. Her smile twisted sideways as she went on, “How do you even know I would enjoy myself there, Vex? I might be a proper, strait-laced girl with no interest in night clubs, or dancing, or anything frivolous.” She tried to pull her expression into something prim and serious.Vex shrugged his shoulders as he admitted, “I s’ppose you’re right, but they really wouldn’t bother you; they know if somebody out-of-place is there, it’s for me, and not to cause trouble.” He blinked as the woman ran her fingers quickly over the leather of his outfit, surprised by the abruptly friendly touch. “I s’ppose that’s a possibility, m’dear, but I ‘ave a feeling that if that were the case, you wouldn’t be talking to somebody like me.”
“No, you’re absolutely right. They would not, by any means, bother me,” Summer mused. “Not if they wanted to keep their sanity intact, at any rate.” She chuckled a little at the expression on his face. “You’ve me dead to rights there, darling. You’re so obviously who you are, so clearly a kindred spirit, if I wasn’t one too I’d’ve left you in your misery and fury.” She trailed off, watching him, tasting his emotions. He didn’t conceal much, but there was still that strange edge that she didn’t know what to make of.