There's a club here that's surprisingly not terrible, except for the name. Its proprietor was amenable to a temporary name change that he'll probably see is better off being permanent though. (Thank you, Roman.)
So in honor of divorce, I think a party is well-earned. Allura, care to co-host with me? It seems fitting. There need to be some improvements made, so let's say next Friday evening?
Just look for Pandemonium, trust me, it will be hard to miss. Everyone's invited, but the precocious and under 21 will be marked for the night so that if they drink, it's not my fault. Black tie only and if you don't comply it will be provided for you. If you comply badly it will still be provided for you.
[Private to Alexander] The club owner is a downworlder, though not quite like ours. And a vampire. And he knows nothing. It's a tragedy in the making. I'm bringing him and his demon child and werewolf boyfriend to dinner.