[Sodium_noir] Killing Time at Harlequins

[Substitute Storyteller]

Elizabeth, Giger
Tremere 
Harlequin's Foyer 

> Looked to the person who asked the time, he already
> could see both were 
> vampires. But he'd have to play it cool, as he
> looked at his watch he spoke.
> 
> "11:00 pm"

The response was terse, but still polite.  Giger noted
wordlessly.  Probably not Brujah then.  "Thank you." 
He offers.  

The large man opens the door for the young man, and
Giger motions Elizabeth to follow inside.  They wait
behind him, studying the interior.  Art Deco, Giger
notes with pleasure.  The style that was the height of
fashion back in his breathing days.  He becomes so
engrossed in taking in the scenery that he ignores the
exchange between the young man and the bouncer.  He
does notice that the man doesn't get very far before
being stopped.  

Giger glances over to Elizabeth.  She was staring with
the same childlike wonder as he observed in her when
they drove from the airport.  

Giger nods to the bouncer politely, sliding his arm
into Elizabeth's to indicate that the two were
together.  Despite the old fashioned cut of her dress,
she was slightly better dressed, but he was likely
better prepared, as he had cast a pair of protective
rituals on himself earlier in the night while he was
waiting for Elizabeth's plane to arrive.  

Elizabeth is startled somewhat by the contact of
Giger's arm, but does not pull away.  She was fairly
accustomed to this sort of things, for in London she
was never allowed out of the Chantry without an
escort.  She regards the doorman and offers a polite
smile and nod, but does not otherwise speak as they
continue a few inches further into the Club....

(Tag the Doormen)
OOC:
Actually, I think Casanova or Don Juan fits the bill.  


		
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