It is a pleasant enough night, but the upstairs of The Nox just does not seem to be my scene to night. The plebs are out in force and there is a distinct smell of Axe body spray from a few of them that I fell I should try to avoid. So down I go to the private area of the club. The kind that is reserved for the distinguished, and unliving, members of the Sacramento populous. I have the sheen of life to my flesh and the makeup to assist with hiding my oh so white flesh. I had planned to blend in and perhaps do a little information gathering, but I just couldn't take the masses tonight. So here I sit now on one of the luxurious couches that the Prince has made available in the Nox's Elysia. I would kick my shoes off and sprawl out if I thought no one was watching, but only a fool would think that the Elysia does not have both ears and eyes.
I take out my phone, and my notebook and begin doing some impromptu planning and research for some projects I have. After all, idle hands and all that.