[Now that he works at the club, this means Noiz is subjected to the night's dress code just like all the other employees. At least with the 50s' tendency toward chastity they've got some decent men's options like a cardigan and vintage boxers. He's about to head off on his meal break when one of the demons grabs him by the upper arm, causing him to lash out at him a couple times to fight him off. The demon is strong enough that he might as well be swatting a brick wall, and leads him over to a speed dating table where Rogue is already seated with a drink.]
Let go already. I'm not gonna run off, for fuck's sake.
[That's directed at the demon who gives him one last nudge on the shoulder to urge him into the chair. Noiz heaves an annoyed sigh and rolls his eyes as he pulls out the chair and sinks into it. He gives the pied woman a quick, neutral onceover.]
...A spin?
[Looks like the meaning of the slang term she just used goes over his head.]
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Let go already. I'm not gonna run off, for fuck's sake.
[That's directed at the demon who gives him one last nudge on the shoulder to urge him into the chair. Noiz heaves an annoyed sigh and rolls his eyes as he pulls out the chair and sinks into it. He gives the pied woman a quick, neutral onceover.]
...A spin?
[Looks like the meaning of the slang term she just used goes over his head.]