Sojo looks at her. Saying nothing and not feeling to certain he wasn't. Yet he didn't argue with her. And blinks. Getting up after she headed into the back. He didn't want to sit in a corner. He wanted to explore this bar. So when she came back out he was walking around the bar. Staring with wide curious eyes at the decor. Stopping as a biker talks to him. "I am from a foreign country. It is custom to have our hair this long." he says honestly. It wasn't a lie and even if it had been the biker bought it and laughs. Slapping Sojo on the back in acceptance and telling his buddies about the exotic foreigner who he met. Basically it wasn't long before the bikers in the club had befriended Sojo. He was smiling and getting along with them. Then after he got up apparently the strippers decided he was hot enough to drag up onto stage. He was utterly confused as to what was going on. And now he was feeling a bit out of place as the girls were all up on him. His facial expression was one of confusion and he looks around for Sa-sa. Escaping the strange half naked women. Only to have the dj drag him onto stage and trying to get him to dance. After a few moments hesitation he agrees. And as he listens to the music he starts to dance. It was as if he had dropped a silence bomb in the bar. All the talking ceased and all eyes were on the foreign male. He had seen people dancing. And was mixing all sorts and forms of dancing from tango to breakdancing. He had moves and he knew how to groove. He soon had the people on the dance floor dancing rather than standing around talking.