“I’ll just stick to the passive parts,” she decided. “Or maybe I’ll just hide back here the whole time!” She was only a little serious about that, leaning both elbows on the bar and looking out again. So many people; so many strangers.
Vex chuckled at her words, nodding a bit. “Whatever makes you comfortable,” he decided, leaning back against the counter of the bar. He hummed along to the song that was playing in the background, absently tapping his fingers against the bar.
After watching for a few minutes, chin on hands, Summer pushed herself away from the counter and slipped out into the crowd. She moved through the dancers and drinkers, the smokers and singers, easily, barely disturbing them. Sound beat at her ears and skin brushed hers. Someone’s hand touched her shoulder, and an anonymous voice hissed in her ear, “Come play, pretty thing.” She flashed a bland smile and slipped from underneath the fingers, moving deeper into the crowd.