Admittedly, this ain't Beiste's kind of club. She's more into the honky tonk, not gonna lie. Still, something about that beat--

unt-ss unt-ss unt-ss

--man, it is infectious.

So, since she can't really sleep anyhow, she's just wandering about, head bobbing pleasantly. Unfortunately, she's so distracted by her dancing that she runs right into someone.

"Whoops, sorry about that. This lighting's a little disorientating." Unt-ss unt-ss unt-ss.