Joël Ouvrard (24, political intern by day, club bouncer by night) was here mostly because it was a paying gig. Sure it was a pittance as these things often were, but he needed the money and wasn't afraid to admit it. He did this fairly often actually, so he wasn't even all that apprehensive about it.... though maybe he should have told them about his furry little problem when he signed up juuuuust in case lycanthropy had an interaction of some sort? Nahhh, surely not.

He was also here for the free food and was already tucking in when the introductions began.

"You can all call me Jo." He told the group at large, his words curling at the edges into a French accent. They didn't need his last name.