<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/3b/Son_Headshot.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Joel Turner<em>aka</em>JT<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Nocturne's Front Door, Toward the End of the Line<br/><strong>With:</strong>He, Himself, and a Crowd Full of Strangers, Plus One Really Annoying, Possibly Intoxicated Guy<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Joel knew exactly why he was standing in this very long line, at this time of night, dressed as he was. It was for work, plain and simple. His agent had somehow managed to get him a supporting role in a major motion picture - a relaunch of the<em>Vampire Chronicles</em>, to be exact - and so it was up to him to get into the mindset of his character, which was that of a bloodthirsty bloodsucker.<br/><br/><em>What better place to do such a thing than one called Nocturne?</em>he told himself as he moved another three feet closer to the main entrance.<br/><br/>The buzz on the cyber boards - as well as in the very bookstore he usually frequented, upon their community events bulletin board, which was where he initially found the striking flyer that lead him to the net - was that this place was<em>thee</em>place for the hottest and hippest, yet utterly authentic vampire-themed action in town. There were even whispers, overheard in this very line that he now waited in, that some of the staff were actually, quite possibly, the real deal. "Children of the Night," so to speak.<br/><br/><em>Yeah, right,</em>he inwardly scoffed as the words passed from one Goth girl to another.<em>They actually believe this crap. Go figure,</em>he mused as he moved another three feet.<em>This role could actually be the one that finally launches my career,</em>the struggling actor started to convince himself as he thought about the potential reception it could receive. If this line was any sign of the public's everlasting interest in the genre, he was about to become a star in a series of blockbuster movies.<br/><br/>Suddenly feeling reenergized, Joel began to focus more on getting into the place, which meant getting by the beefy bouncer who had already dismissed more than a few fakes and even a couple of freaks found within the crowd. He wasn't worried about passing the age requirement, seeing that he had a valid ID that clearly stated he was 22. As for his attire, he went for a slightly more modern take on the vampire vibe, mixing a bit of classic formal with some fetish leather wear. The hat was probably a bit much and he would be certain to remove it if the bouncer felt the need to speak to him. He was raised to be a gentleman, not a street thug. Manners were still important and so was showing respect, which the guy deserved.<br/><br/>"Oh my god! Dude! You...you look a lot like...what...what the hell is the name of that sexy sax player that performs here?" a random stranger suddenly blurted in Joel's general direction, speaking to him as if they were long lost friends. "Yeah! You do, man! It's the eyes. You've got killer blue eyes, just like him. I swear. Wait until you see him. You're gonna freak," the guy went on as he now had a hand on Joel's shoulder and a finger in his face. "You've got that same sexy aura about you, too," he started to flirt as the hand that was once upon JT's shoulder, suddenly found its way down to rest upon his ass.<br/><br/>"Uh, sure. Yeah. I'll, uh, have to look for him," Joel kindly agreed as he tried to back away and failed as the forward little fucker began to grope him. "Thanks for the, uh, compliment," he rambled, not really knowing how to get rid of him without making a scene, inwardly wishing that the bouncer would make a move to just eject the jerk.