"You must, I demand it." Trixie mocked, letting go of his hand when he dropped hers. She stuck generally close to his side- less so than she usually did, but still close. "You don't. But I don't like it either, so you should end up picking." She said sarcastically, watching him for a few moments. "Let's just go to the club. Hopefully it'll be less crowded." She shrugged, walking on and toward the club.

Matt nodded, opening his mouth to suggest something after she said about picking, but she got there first. "I was gonna say the same thing." he smiled, making his way towards the club as Trixie did. As they entered, it was a lot less crowded like she had mentioned, but still all in all a lot of people there. He made sure Trixie was kept close to him, glancing at the rather large looking bouncers on the front and back doors. "Wanna get a drink first?" he asked, smiling.

"Great minds, right?" Trixie offered him a smile. Once they made their way into the club, she kept herself signifigantly closer to his side because of the sheer amount of people. She nodded at the suggestion, tentatively grabbing his hand again. "Yeah. I'll never turn down a drink." She teased, leading him to the bar with light steps.

"Of couese" Matt smiled. He made his way to the bar, following Trixie, glancing around at the scenery. It looked pretty much like a normal club, aside from the eccentric costumes some people were wearing- down to the festival. Most though were just in normal clothes. He briefly ordered and waited for Trixie to do the same before turning attention to her, leaning on the bar. "I can only hope they don't carry this festival on every month or however long. I cant be dragged to dance with you that much" he smiled.

Trixie settled on a stool and ordered herself a drink after Matt, gently releasing his hand. She glanced around at the variety of people, quietly intrigued by the few strange costumes floating around. She rolled her eyes when he spoke, smiling. "We haven't even danced yet and you're being dramatic. Maybe you don't like dancing normally, but I'm sure you'll love dancing with me." She said sarcastically, taking her drink when it came and sipping from it lightly.

"I am most definitely not being dramatic, I hate it. If you want me to enjoy it you may have to put quite some amount of effort in" Matt smiled, taking a small swig of his drink as it came. He uttered a small but blunt thanks in the direction of the bartender, swirling his drink around in the glass gently. "But i'll dance with you, if i must." he added, leaning a little closer to Trixie as he spoke.

"You most definitely are, drama queen. Just for that, I'll put in as much effort as it takes for you to enjoy it. Then again, I kind of figured you would be okay with anything involving your hands on my body. Maybe I was wrong." Trixie shrugged teasingly, rolling her eyes. "I know, it's such a terribly huge ask." She said sarcastically, tilting her head as he leaned in. After a moment, she leaned in to match him.

"Excuse me?" Matt asked, frowning with his head slightly tilted. "When you put it that way you make it sound awful, Trixie." he groaned, though a smile broke out onto his lips rather quickly after he had finished speaking. She wasnt wrong after all. "Anyway. Its not a huge ask, I'm not opposed in any way to.. as you'd say "putting my hands on you," its just the dancing." He smiled, shuddering slightly at the thought.

"You're excused." Trixie joked, smiling at him. "I think that you'll be fine, whiny. You can make me do whatever you want to make it up to you." She teased, leaning in and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You're gonna be fine." She mocked, raising her hand to sweep the hair out of his eyes.

"Thats a risky proposition, but i'll take it." Matt smiled, standing up straight having been leant on the bar and very much in the way. He smiled as she swept his hair out his eyes, saving him from doing it himself- which he was about to. "Alright, if you say so. Lead the way" he said, gesturing towards the floor a little bit away from them. He finished his drink briefly, wincing slightly at the sour taste, before focusing back on Trixie.