Lenny arrived at the Rage dressed in a green dress shirt and jeans with a black vest. A bit above the norm but not noticably so and the same trilby he wore before perched on his head at a rakish tilt. Maybe he'd been watching too much "White Collar" but at least he wasn't wearing a thin tie. Comfortable shoes were on his feet and he studied the dancers from the bar mentally memorizing and piecing together a 'style' with his natural ability to dance well. This wasn't a club he frequented but had been here before and had rarely if ever seen other Kindred.
Swirling the Yellow Tail chiraz he let it wet his lips and considered the dry, slightly bitter flavor as he waited.