"Buy a guy a drink?" Kyle asks from beside her at the bar, only because she's just ordered a round. He flashes her an easy smile before shaking his head and holding up his hands in a mock gesture of surrender. Between the accent and the loud gestures, it's obvious that he's an American. Yelling above the music, "Kidding. But you should dance with me before you go, if you want to actually dance instead of dealing with the line of assholes trying to get as much action as they can before you leave 'em behind."

Another smile. He's not judging. It's fun to watch some of the tools of the club get what they deserve.