His calm, almost careless expression shifted as one of his eyebrows rose at her, letting out another short grunt of a chuckle before he moved his eyes away from her, and over to a group of men that were shoving their way through the club.

Without even looking back at her, he was on his feet, and just as quickly in the air.
A hand reaching out to grab onto a crossing beam over the bar.
There were yells from the men in the group, but by that, Jerome had already swung over to another beam, and feet first, pushed himself out through a high window, his dreadlocks quickly whipping out of view. <******** Runner!" One of the men swore, while the group hurried to the back door, to give chance.

For a while, people stood around, muttering and talking about what the hell just happened. but with the music still booming, and most people not having even noticed that there was a broken window, the night dancers continued.