Jay sighed as he collapsed into a barstool and ordered a coke. He had been dealing with a client he most certainly wished to shove a crucifix up their...."Ah, but he'll get what's coming." He massaged his temples a bit and noticed the bartender had delievered his drink, which he took a a quick sip from. Tonight he was Noir, one of the most renowned vampire club hosts in the country. It was very tiring to have so many females attempt to cuddle, and much more x-rated things, while he delt with the snobby client.
He gazed around the party going on, a human female dancing, another in the corner staring, and a few more stragglers who looked quite stoned. "They should know better...I never understand humans." Despite being born a hybrid, Jay had a slight soft-spot for humans. He cared greatly for their well-being and rather hated the fact vampires needed to feed off them.
A flash of white hair caught his eye. Lanine, the pureblood queen. Of course she'd be here. Jay cringed a bit at the sght of her freshie enjoying being feed from. The attraction was rather cruel and sinful in his eyes, but nothing he could do. He studied a few other vamps. Two were further down the bar from him, one was a pureblood again, and from there nothing new.
"I guess tonight was just another buisness trip. Maybe I should just stick to my club." He grumbled a bit, studying his clothing that he picked at random. Khaki skinny jeans, a black blazer, and a red, low-cut scoop neck that said "Bite Me" in old english text. Tonight he really wasn't in the mood to dress up today, not his party after all. He ran a finger over the exposed tattoo of a dragon curled around a black cherry that danced across his neckline, smiling at the fond memory of how he yelled out when he first got it 5 years ago. "Bartender, a shot of bourbon please." Even if he could just leave, Jay didn't want to in the middle of reminiscing...