<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...Wait. Where'd He Go?<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b5/JT.jpg)<br/><hr/><br/>Apparently the mere arrival of the mountain of muscle, also known as the club's bouncer, was enough to send the pushy little prick packing, for the next thing Joel knew he was not only being released from his grubby hold, but more or less pushed forward to be handled next by the diligent doorman.<br/><br/>"Oh, uh, yeah," JT sort of sputtered as one hand went to remove his hat and the other slid inside a pocket of his skin-tight leather pants, "here ya go."<br/><br/>Handing over his ID with a steady hand, Joel did everything in his power to remain calm. Now was not the time to be charming or cutesy. Nope. A straightforward answer was all this guy was looking for.<br/><br/>"Research," he openly admitted as he took his license back. "For work," he was quick to add as his hand slid inside his fitted formal jacket to secure his ID and retrieve the flyer he had taken from the bulletin board. "I'm an actor, and, um, I saw this awesome ad. So I figured why not give this place a try? It's got quite the reputation, but you, uh, probably already knew that, right?" Joel concluded as he found himself rambling just a little now.<br/><br/><em>Please don't boot my ass,</em>he thought to himself as the guy accessed him with his steely gaze.