There's Dex!

You spot the young dancer flitting around, picking up empty glasses and beer bottles from where they've been left on every possible flat surface. You realize the job that he got here is being a barback. The lowest of the low. He still looks good, though. He's wearing a black mesh tanktop and low tight jeans that leave a couple inches of his lower belly and back exposed. The flashing club lights reflect off his dark skin and highlight his musculature very nicely. He bends over in at the perfect angle, and the colorful lighting turns his defined lats into an inviting arrow pointing down into the back of his jeans.

Dex seems to feel like someone is watching him, and he turns and looks around, his eyes falling on you. His look of surprise turns to a shy smile. His posture suggests he wants to come over, but he's probably waiting for you to approach as it would be unwise to take his handfuls of glasses into the crowd of drunk grinding bodies.

"S'cuse me, I gotta say 'Hi' to a friend," you quickly leave Jimmy's side and head towards Dex.

His expression grows into a big bright smile as you approach. “You came to see me?”

“Um, sort of. The party wanted to go dancing, and I knew you'd be here. So, I came along,” you don't exactly lie.

“I'm like sort of working, but I can talk a little bit and bring you some drinks if you want to hang out after my shift. I just have to get all the glasses after closing. It won't take too long.”