Damn, right on the money. Since he had a date, suddenly, out of no where, for tomorrow night, he was free tonight to get away from things for a night and enjoy himself. "Fuck, do I look that desperate?" He shook his head, mostly at himself. "Sure. Eleven. I'll be ready." He'd have to see what he even had that could work for a club, but black, skin tight, and the guyliner he already wore would probably be enough.

"I'll even try to look good for you." His smirk and tone suggested he knew damn well he always looked good.