Well if you have to ask, then there's really nothing more I can tell you that'll answer that question.

[ He rolls his eyes but shrugs at the same time, glancing toward the stage for another few seconds before he guides her toward a booth that faces the opposite direction. Or at least, she can sit facing the opposite direction-- he slides into the side that still has a slight, if somewhat obstructed, view of the stage.

All the neon is hurting his head a little though, too. Nevada, man... at least strobe lights he's used to, but the blinding, buzzing hum of the florescents alongside the flickering neon gets him right behind the eyes. ]

Think I'm gonna need some food, too, or else all this neon is definitely gonna make me have to puke.