Gilroy entered the Nox feeling very out of place. His wardrobe was fairly limited so he was wearing corduroy pants, plain button up shirt with a thin plain tie, and a cardigan. And his crucifix as well of course. With the rich and higher class interior and fashionably dressed club goers, this was not Gilroy's normal 'scene'. If his information was correct though, he would be coming here quiet often. Well, probably not the upstairs section but even just walking through with an ensemble like he had now enough times was bound to make him stand out and be remembered. Though there was a chance this wasn't Elysium. His grandsire had told him to start his search at Avalon, which had been renamed and as far Gilroy knew was under new ownership. Still, it was a start point.
He headed downstairs and felt his unbeating heart sink. His beast mind stayed relatively still with only a nagging need to feed. No writhing anger or terror at recognizing another vampire. A couple near the couches did catch his attention though. His shoulders slumped slightly and he avoided eye contact as he slowly approached.
"I beg your pardon, sir; ma'am. My name is Kenneth Gilroy," breathing in to speak he briefly felt like gagging from the putrid stench in the air. While horrid, it was a very strong point in favor of one of the two being not only a vampire but possibly one of his own Clan "I'm sorry to interrupt but I'm looking for some members of my family. You'd remember if you saw them, there's a pretty strong clan resemblance." To most it would simply be odd wording but a vampire would key in return the hint. Call and response, action and reaction.