Of course, Jean-Claude is one of those people who is well aware of her plans to overthrow the current head of Islington nest. And being well over 600 years old, he is well aware of what a potential disastrous idea that is. Of course, as the saying goes -- if you cannot beat them, better to join them instead.

He wonders to himself just how foolish it is to get involved in such a plot, even as he makes his way into the bar and across to the appointed meeting place. Sliding gracefully into the seat beside her. He nods at the bartender as he glances over, a man he knows from working the circuit of bars and night clubs himself -- the usual, he indicates. Which he may or may not end up drinking. Food and drink is just not the same as it once was to him.

"A little bird has told me that you have big plans on the horizon," he says, glancing sideways at the girl, who he's sure must be the Alex he has heard rumor of. She is in the appointed meeting spot at the appointed time, after all. He takes in a subtle breath and smells it on her. Werewolf. Well, now this should make things interesting.

((ooc: let me know if i should change anything there? c: otherwise i'm super looking forward to how this thread will go!))