Laird dances out a song in the Dj booth spending gestures and a little conversation about new grooves before he feels warmed up for the night. In that short span he caught a few kindred coming in, all destined for the VIP section and he knew he couldn't resist much longer. He makes one more request, something sultry for the dancers to grind down to, but also a song woven with incredibly relevant lyrics for kindred society...
As he makes his way up to the VIP area some of the lyrics remind him of an agenda item to warm up to one of the regents if he can find one...
I seem to need a reference to get residence, a reference to your preference to say,
I'm a good neighbor, I trudge,
So judge me for labour
His eyes sweep across a dozen faces he had yet to meet, and of course, the pocket of his own clan beckoned a safer retrieve. As he contemplated being brave over being clique he couldn't help think how much a decent line might do him right now. One of the vampires seemed majestically unapproachable and it was an annoyance to keep his eyes off that one...