Shadowed eyes peered out into the compact crowd of the club as they observed a brief hustle of commotion before it was disbanded by the onsite bouncers without so much as a single retaliation, either male involved having sundered away to carry on with their night of drinking. Trafalgar held no doubt that it would be no more than an hour until something else kicked off, as it did every weekend that he found himself working within the nightclub.
The job was common and hardly the best but it aided with the debt of university and the monthly rent of the apartment he shared with another. Not to mention to extra admission for supplies, bills and food. Working in such a disorganised and loud place had hardly been his first option but the term beggars cannot be choosers was rather fitting to the situation, one of which he begrudgingly had to accept at first when he began it over four months ago.
Diverting his attention back to the woman at the other side of the bar Trafalgar busied himself with preparing her order and dispensing the payment into the cash register before returning himself back to his present companion. His black uniformed body hunched against the bar-top, supported by the forearms, whilst a single hand tugged the cloth from his shoulder to limply flick it towards the other males head.
"Should you not be out in the dance floor, performing your moves?"