Well, seemed like a majority of ponies in these kinds of places liked to mostly just talk. The lower music and nicer decorations, while nice he guessed, was quite a switch from the usual thumping and changing lights that came from the easier to get into places that he more often visited on his trips to the city, and the general atmosphere seemed a lot more relaxed to what he'd expect from a nightclub.

... Least the ponies around here seemed to take extra care in their appearance. Not to say that regular clubs were full of ugly ponies, that being a silly thought, it was just interesting to see mares who considered themselves to be more classy pretty themselves up for a night out on the town. Darrus had taken to checking out those who had decided to hang around as he drank his cider, him giving the bartender another nod and smirk when shed hoofed it over as she still looked a bit irritated by his presence, and in so doing had noticed a particular mare relaxing in a corner of the roof on a sofa. Was quite the looker, definitely a stand out among the crowd, and she seemed to be alone and just relaxing from what he could tell. He hadn't stared after noticing her, his mind instead moving on to trying to think of a way he could approach and start up conversation as he turned his gaze up towards the sky.

Hmm. Offering to buy her a drink would be both silly and boring, silly due to her already having one and boring in that it was as far from being original as possible. Maybe... Nah... Or perhaps...

He gave a quiet snort of amusement at the idea that popped into his head, him taking another drink of his cider before rolling his shoulders and stepping down from his stool, him using a hoof to "fix" up his mane and cloak which of course led to both just looking the way they usually did, Darrus then casually walking over towards the couch and then leaning on the railing keeping ponies from wandering off the roof. He sipped his drink, looked over the edge to the streets below, then turned his head to the mare lounging on the couch nearby.

'Excuse me, Miss," he began, wearing a confident smile that he never went anywhere without, "I'm sorry to bother you, but I was hoping you could help me with something. You see, earlier in the night I accidentally dropped my contact lenses over the side of the roof here, and I noticed that you seem to be enjoying the sights, so I was wondering if perhaps you happened to spot them in the streets below during your gazing?" he sipped his drink casually before adding on in a jokingly concerned tone, "I would hate for somepony to step on them."