Summer cocked her head to the side, considering him. Her green eyes narrowed slightly, once again assessing the goth look he sported. “No, I think Vex suits you better.” She grinned. “A descriptor, is it? You look like someone who would be very … vexing. On purpose.” She leaned forward a little bit, interested and curious.Vex nodded in response to that, shrugging his shoulders, “That’s what everyone ‘as said, which is why that’s my legal name now.” He sipped at his coffee as she commented on him more, nodding in agreement as he told her, “For the most part, yes.” His accent curled everything he said in a fancily dark way, which was another key trait that people picked up on. “I own a night club,” he told her with a bit of a smile, “You should stop by sometime.”
“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.