Axel slammed his hand against the bar when Fane slipped away, but he did as told. He didn't follow. Fane...so badly didn't want him that he walked away like this? Nothing of the sort ever happened to Axel. No matter who he set his eyes on, within an hour, he could have them. It just didn't matter. So why, why couldn't he get this one, not particularly special manager of his? After grinding his teeth together, his shoulders dropped with defeat. Was he just not attractive enough?

Staring down at the bar with that thought, Axel sat for another minute. Doubts tried to creep in, but he was so used to keeping them out. What the hell was this? He invited Fane here in order to get under his skin, but something entirely opposite happened. A second passed, then Axel surged up his seat.

So what though? If Fane didn't want to dance with him, he would just find another poor soul. Someone who might be willing to do more than dance if they got steamy enough. With that conviction in his head, Axel stormed onto the dance floor, found the first available guy with muscles like a model and started to roll his hips to the music's beat. He didn't need Fane to like him. That was just a delusion of the alcohol. First and foremost, he came to clubs like this in order to lose himself so tonight, he would do just that.