It wasn't often that Len worked placed like Rapture, his gimmick wasn’t always suited for such a place considering the implications but that night he’d worked the stage of the darkened club like he owned it. Songs he kept on hand but not often used were added to his lineup and the crowd seemed to love it as the dancers moved to his voice.
When the final notes of Spice floated into the room he took a bow, announcing into the mic that he was going to take a break and give the dancers a chance to pick their music until he was back. Making his way through the club towards the bar he wanted a drink. Nothing too strong, he still had the second half of his set to perform but something to loosen up.
He wasn’t sure if it was the dark room, his own buzzing mind keeping him from paying attention or if it was the fault of the other but before he had time to react he felt himself being bumped by a larger figure, and the sudden shock of cold liquid and ice running down his face. Stumbling backwards the blond groaned, wiping the sticky drink from his face as his stage clothes soaked through.
“.... Damn it...” he muttered to himself, wishing he’d brought a costume change. Though he sighed, knowing better as he looked up at the taller man he’d manage to run into.“Are you alright, you aren’t hurt are you?” He asked, concern in his tone despite his own state of drenched.