[She can't help but enjoy those little interjections, and perhaps for that reason Bryn decides she's had enough indicators of his interest to take advantage and show her own. Smile wide and inviting on her face, she begins to shift on her bar stool.]

Well. A rave is basically just a dance party. There's music and drinks and dancing. But what makes it different is the kind of music and the kind of dancing. [She begins to shift in toward him, leg rubbing up against his, body beginning to press in against his chest as she holds his gaze.] The music is loud and it pounds in your chest. It's not about hearing the words but feeling the beat, and then you just move. And when it's there in the dance club it's dark and there are bright flashing lights and you're pressed tight in the middle of the crowds.

[Her eyebrows lift once.]

It's all very exciting.