Anders wasn't always much of a dancer, but something about the stickiness of summer had him wanting to lose himself among strangers and move to the kind of music he could feel through his whole body. He dressed in a sleeveless shirt and dark fitted jeans after work, hair loose around his face, and collected Dante for a minor adventure.
"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."
[OOC: For the boy, please!]
"Where should we start?" he asked his companion. "I might be able to get on the guest list at the place across the street. The manager had this rash..."
[OOC: For the boy, please!]