The bar was packed, the strobe lights causing the individuals to melt together into an undulating mass on the dance floor.
“I hate places like this,” he said to himself. “It’s too loud to talk, the drinks are expensive, and you can’t see anything.”
The woman next to him leaned over and said into his ear, “then why are you here?”
He looked over, startled. “How did you hear me?”
“I read lips.”
“Interesting. Must be useful in a place like this,” he shouted.
“People usually talk with their eyes here, rather than their mouths.” She said with a wink.