Oh, man, Trip thought, looking at his clothes in the mirror, I am one sexy vampire-man, but he wasn't very convincing. He just didn't look like Eric, or Bill, or even Edward. His clothes did, sure. That counts for something, right? It'd have to be enough, because tonight was the night when he met the other Kindred in this town. And whatever passes for celebrities here in the capital...politicians? Oh, man, I hope I can do better than that... His attitude is significantly improved when he remembers Arnold freakin-Schwarzenegger is governor. Maybe he'll run in to him at that fancy cigar bar he'd read about it. He checks his suit again- impeccable. His hair- perfect. It was time to make a go at this thing.
He parks his Sebring a ways from the club, not wanting to be embarrassed should anyone recognize him in the totally temporary Chrysler, just til he gets back on. Banishment is such a pain in the ass. Another thought arrives, that he might find someone here with better wheels willing to lend them to an impressive young man...and Trip could be that, for a little while, anyway. He walks in, cell phone to his ear, and talking big to a dialtone on the other end...
"You tell him from me that I said he's done, finished, finito, unless he comes through on that deal...You better, or it'll be your ass in the sling, Kutcher..." He makes eye contact with an older blonde at the bar, mouths 'actors,' and rolls his eyes before turning away and smiling to himself at how well that went. He wonders if anyone else is paying any attention to him, and scans the room...