Reymond didn't do this often. But when Joshua, his closest friend and fabric department director, invited and insisted he accompany Joshua to the newest club in the city he couldn't really say no. New York City clubs were not his scene. Especially with new year's being celebrated and people piled out for the night. He'd rather be home listening to some light jazz while sipping wine and watching the city buzz below his penthouse apartment. But, Joshua had always been able to get the old vampire to come out of his coffin. It was one of the endearing things about Joshua.

Reymond stepped into the club while straightening his blazer's right cuff. He'd opted to leave his mantel shoulder cape back home after being coaxed out for a night on the town. His deep cinnamon brown eyes followed Joshua as the younger vampire slipped into the crowd pursuing someone who caught his attention leaving Reymond on his own. His eyes rolled at Joshua in good natured humor. It wasn't anything new to Reymond. Joshua had always been a romantic since the day he met him in Paris on his travels. Instead of following the erratic Frenchman Reymond opted to find a back booth and ordered a Whiskey neat.

His eyes roamed the crowd in the flashing lights. Until his eyes came to a halt. There, in the midst of the thumping bass and floating confetti was someone familiar. A smirk pulled at his lips as he leaned back into his booth. They were the cute bat that's been working within his company for the past two years. Ever since day one he's had his eye on them. Always aware of their presence within the building. They stirred something in Reymond he hadn't experienced since he became the Nightcrawler he was now. His eyes faintly glowed a deep vermilion hue as he watched them. The way they surrendered to the thumping music, each roll of their hips was like a magnet. Drawing Reymond deeper still. The vermilion faded back to the warm cinnamon brown as a server moved to his booth with his whiskey neat. He paused the server from leaving as he gestured toward the dance floor while speaking to the waiter. "If you don't mind, you see that handsome gentleman over there? I'd like to buy him some gin. If he refuses point him my way. Please and thank you, sir."

Reymond sat back with that same effortless grace and charm that never seemed to waver. His eyes soon spotted the server weaving through the crowd with a napkin resting over the glass's rim. A approving gleam entered Reymond's eyes at the server's thoughtfulness. Reymond watched as the server spoke to the man, the confused furrow of his brow, then the server politely pointing to Reymond lounging in his booth with his glass in his hand. A slight smirk pulled at his lips while raising his glass in a silent toast. Deep within though he hoped they'd come to his booth to keep him company on this celebration. He'd rather have them on his arm to ring in the new year. Maybe it'd prove to be telling of the year following.