[ It could be argued that the clubs Underground are real clubs -- if you want a good hook on scuttlebutt, goods or contacts. This isn't a nightclub so much as a highschool twit-house. ]

[ Which, naturally, he'll never say. ]

Really? The rules in this place must be very relaxed. [ A gentle intimation that it's past her bedtime. ] Dance? Me? [ He shrugs self-consciously. ] I'm honestly not much of a dancer. Places like these always make me nervous.