Jack had come here because he figured that no one would bother him too much. At Avarice, he tended to be talked to a lot by fans. It wasn't that he usually minded. Hell, he usually loved it. Tonight, though, he hadn't really felt like talking to anyone.
It didn't really surprise him that Louise was here. It was a goth club, which tended to be a place where vampires could blend in if they wanted to. Even he wasn't that far out of the supernatural loop, even though sometimes he wished that he was. Not that he blamed Mere for that. No, if anything, he blamed Sunnydale for that. Not even that place was really at fault, though. It was just the way the world was.
He turned to Louise when she talked to him. "I told Mere about you tonight. She wasn't exactly happy about it."