He'd known of Fangtasia, of course. And other vampire bars like it. But this was a new one, and he wanted to see if it was more like Dracula's Daughter and less a fangbanger den than perhaps the others were.
He'd dressed fairly plainly, considering all he had in his giant closet. A simple black button down shirt, modern and finely tailored. A pair of new dark wash blue jeans, the trendy skinny kind. Black lace-up oxfords. His hair was held back with a ribbon, satin, just a flash of who he might be, what time he might be from. And he wore his usual purple glasses, at least until getting situated inside the bar.
Lestat settled into a corner booth and observed. He ordered a coffee, removed his glasses, and let the thoughts of the people and vampires here wash over him.