Snow and ice sloughs off of the pair and leaves a trail down the hall. Miller props his sunglasses up at his hairline -- it's too dark and the (admittedly slight) temperature change is making them fog. There's music blaring further in, the bass line thrumming against the walls.

He slaps a hand on Steve's upper back, knocking off more snow. "You telling me you've never been to a strip club? You're in for a real treat."

Hopefully. Kaz can't really vouch for the Nexus's offerings in this department.