She smiled at him and leaned up, kissing his chin. "The Dancing Cat." She giggled and took his hand again and hurried him along, striding in front of him. It wasn't far from where he took her. She realized that when she recognized the area in which the Italian restaurant was. She loved The Dancing Cat. Any place she moved, she made sure, since she turned eighteen, to find a good dance club where she could just go dance. If she was upset, she'd dance her troubles away. If she was sad, well ice cream took over in that aspect. But otherwise, when the situation demanded, she liked to go dancing.
Walking there, she smiled at the bouncer. "Hey Steve." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.
"Hey Harper. You have a date for once?"
She blushed. "He's...just a friend."
"A friend who will dance with you?"
She nodded and gave him a twenty, covering both admissions. She wouldn't let him let her in without paying. He knew that.
Pulling Hawthorne along, she walked inside, a narrow hall with UV lights and the music got louder as they got closer to the dance floor.