It was a miracle that he had gotten in. Luther had pulled some strings to get John into The Star Lounge, a popular Supe hangout. Supposedly...this is where he would find Mixer, the Supe he'd been looking for who was apparently willing to help their cause. He didn't have a solid description of her, so he had to go off of his memory from seeing her in ads and on billboards in Times Square. But was that really much to go off of? Celebrities were usually very done up in shoots like that.

He tried his best to look as unsuspicious as possible. John even dressed a little nicer than he usually did. He slipped into the club without a problem, using Luther's old Vought International ID from when he worked at Sage Grove. Being around a bunch of Supes made him feel strange...he never liked to think about the fact that he was just like them abilities wise, even though he swore he'd never use them. It almost disgusted him, really, imagining how many of these Supes were hopped up on Compound V, screwing around like the company they worked for, or strived to work for, wasn't absolutely corrupt. He was sort of regretting not letting someone tag along, Alex had even offered. But it was fine. This wouldn't be a problem. Something like this? It didn't intimidate him. He was ready to charm his way into getting Mixter to help him out. Getting a young Supe to help him couldn't be that hard. As long as he mentioned that he knew Alex? She'd hear him out.