Alexia slid into the general reality-space of Crowley's nightclub, wearing a pair of tight leather pants, boots that might have found their way into the incubus' collection when he was in a goth phase, and a mesh shirt which clung to his torso just right, his hair was pulled up in braids that started at his temples and worked their way back -- not that the latter was noticeable, since he topped it all off with a fedora. He rimmed his eyes in a silvery liner, and he had made his way to the club.
He took a seat near the entrance, keeping one eye on who came in as he promised Crowley he'd do.