Tristan was dressed in such a way that he should have looked distinctly out of place in the club. Yet, somehow, he blended in. He was wearing nothing more revealing than jeans, a t-shirt, and a fitted blazer. He was sitting off to himself, smoking and ignoring the drink that some over-enthusiastic passerby had bought him. He seemed perfectly content to just...soak in the atmosphere, not attempting to start up a conversation with anyone.