<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/JhK4kwq.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Alexander Greyhallow (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16379290#msg16379290)<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>Black boots, black slacks, black dress shirt, black longcoat, black sunglasses<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Club Malefique exterior<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Thursday July 6th, 2023 | Evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Alexander inserts himself into a Vampire-related excursion<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Delilah Weaver, Kaspian Herondale, Ksenia Ashlace, Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><hr/><br/>At some point during the day Alexander was going about his own business when he got wind of the excursion to a Downworlder nightclub to seek out information about the events on the ship Song of Demeter. Naturally, without being invited, Alexander inserted himself into this matter without consulting anyone or any concern that he might not be either welcome or suited to the task. Those were simply not things that crossed Alexander's mind.<br/><br/>So when the group got underway, Alexander was there, dressed up like a dapper all-black clad stylish fancy lad. He had really nice black leather boots that were well polished and caught the light just so. The black slacks he wore complimented his legs and backside extremely well. The same was true of the black dress shirt, which fit him perfectly and the lines emphasized his inverted triangle body type. Over all of this he wore a well cut black longcoat, and a pair of black sunglasses completed the outfit. If anyone needed to ask why he wore his sunglasses at night no amount of listening to Cory Hart would be sufficient to educate them on the matter.<br/><br/>He saw Kaspian outside of the club, and naturally approached the other Nephilim. Alexander made finger guns at Kaspian after scoping out the former thief's attire. "Siiiiiick threads, K-man." Alexander said with affably if perhaps overly familiar. Then his tinted gaze went over to the long line and eventually the pair of Vampire bouncers and he gave a low whistle. "Looks like this is the place to be for everyone who's fangin' and bangin', or wants to be." The quip was equally jovial, although there was no disguising the undercurrent of disdain that so many Shadowhunters from birth seemed to have. For Alexander's part it was so deeply ingrained that he was not even aware of it. The duties of the Shadowhunters had him see fangs first, people . . . maybe later at some point?<br/><br/>"So what's the game plan, m'dude?" Alexander asked, tongue pressed out his lower lip. "Place's bound to be warded up tight, so sneaking in's going to be a pretty tall order. Dunno about you but it's been awhile since I practiced my stealth Runes." He made an exaggerated and affected look of regret that was belied by the fact that he was genuinely not at all sorry about it at all. "Fighting our way in's a no go: we don't have the Law on our side and besides that any Downworlder with anything worth knowing'd go into hiding and never talk to any of us in the next century." Alexander gave a sad shrug because he sincerely enjoyed fighting and was good at it.<br/><br/>"You know, I think between us we could charm our way in. You've got that sort of scruffy bad boy je-ne-sais-quoi about you, and of course, I'm #gorgeous." This final pronouncement came without any sort of ironic self-awareness, but a perhaps alarming amount of confidence and certainty in the veracity and factual nature of the words.