Elliot arrived at Club Nyte just as the band started to play. He stood in the doorway for a moment and took in the sights. [color=ff4500][i]Interesting[/i][/color] he thought. He strolled over to the bar and ordered a scotch. He listened to the band and sipped his drink. [color=ff4500][i]I wonder how many of these poor souls have no clue what they're getting into.[/i][/color] He smirked as he set down his empty glass. With a slight wave of his hand he spoke an incantation under his breath, his normally blue eyes took on a purple hue and he looked around the room again. He raised his eyebrow as he looked over the band. [color=ff4500][i]A werewolf playing the bass. Call me surprised.[/i][/color] He took mental notes of all the humans and the few mythos in the club. He paused when he saw the doors leading to the back. He rubbed his eyes, which returned to their natural color, and began making his way through the growing crowd to the back. [color=ff4500][i]Alright then, let's go see what Mr. Nyte wanted.[/i][/color]