As they entered, Kyle couldn't help but compare it with Soul Bar.
Same sort of atmosphere with its loud music, grinding dancers, and so forth. He wouldn't be surprised if someone came over to invite him / them into their private VIP room or something.
As if on cue, someone really did come over towards them.
It was, regrettably, a guy. Around the early twenties, wearing rather high-end clothes, so Kyle knew he was one of those rich kids. Whether it was his own or his parents, Kyle wouldn't know yet until he gets to know the person more.
The way his eyes seem to land on Kay, though, made Kyle narrow his eyes at him and reach out to put his arms possessively around her waist again. Kay smirked at Kyle's actions, knowing that he was being overly protective.
[It's okay, brother. I can handle him]
