Kill some time dancing with the twinks.

“I'm just waiting for my friend... but I can dance for a few minutes, I guess,” you shrug and let the redhead lead you back to his friends. Halfway there, he takes your hand and gives you a big smile. As you reach the dance floor, you suddenly feel like you're in piranha-infested waters. The group of twinks quickly surround you and bump into you constantly as they 'dance'. They giggle and introduce themselves, going out of their way to touch you. The attention is a little fun, but it quickly becomes too much.

After one song, you thank them and excuse yourself. They all cry “Awww!” and clamor for you to stay. You exit the group and wave, as you quickly return to the tall lounge table where you'd been waiting. Dex is arriving with another rum and coke.

He's got one eyebrow raised, “I thought you might be getting thirsty, Mr. Popular.”

You sigh and make a big show of rolling your eyes. “I just wanted to actually dance for a few minutes, but all the twinky leeches pounced on me."

“Mmm hmm,” Dex sounds unconvinced, but sets the drink down. “I won't be too much longer. Lights up in about 20 minutes.” He steps forward to almost touch you and leans in, like he wants a kiss, “Try not to get too distracted, ok?” then he grins and suddenly spins and returns to work.