Jayde finished his shower without hurry. He needed to maintain his image from the cuff he wore in the top of one ear to the now wet necklace that he never took off. For a second, he touched the tattoo over his collar bone and whispered to himself. "Don't let the pain destroy you." After lingering for a second, he let his hand slip away again, already back to his routine. His hair didn't take much effort, just his fingers to push it back where it would dry off from his forehead. When he finished, he turned away from the mirror, offering his reflection no parting glances. He was confident, completely and totally in control.

As expected, Harlan was no longer in the room. Which was fine since he already stopped thinking about his sometimes lover. No, lover was too kind of a word. If Jayde had something like that, he would have to quit now, but since he didn't, he headed straight out into the night toward The Lilly Lounge. The nightclub was nothing like a lily though. At the entrance, he leaned close to the doorman, whispering into his ear as he slipped something into the man's hand. Seconds later, he was ushered inside and straight to the VIP lounge. On the way there, a smile played across his face, the unmistakable smile of a predator.