"Well, it's just not something easily explained over loud music." Michael began walking toward the main entrance to the club, the music growing louder the farther in front of the speakers they traveled.

"How about that drink first?" she ventured, following at a reasonable distance. She didn't want to give the guy the wrong impression... whatever the wrong impression was. "We can work our way up to the explanation."

"Fair enough," he replied, hand clamping against the curtain of the main entrance as he peered out. Glancing back to her, he quickly added, "Feel like stage-diving?"