It's like a substance party: noise and light and smoke and bodies. There could be more destruction, but the night is young, and Kavinsky is full of vibrating energy. The Up is no different, really, than the wealthy corners of Henrietta. Which means, in the end, that Kavinsky already feels just as trapped as he ever did in Virginia.

Ronan is distracted by the other guy. Kavinsky slides in next to him, too close, already smiling. He sets a drink down in front of him and adds to the murderous scowl that Ronan is already throwing to the other guy. It comes with more authority from him, maybe; Ronan's broader than him, but he's still marked. So the guy fucks off.