[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

Tellos, Israels, Harlequin, Maurice [and others in the club]
Dhampir, mortals, Vampires
Club Harlequin - Inside the club

"Just some water for now thank you." He says blandly then looks back at the 
vampire in the bright cloths, his eyes staied away from the vampires gaze 
just in case the hsades didint hide his eyes well enough. He gives a look 
that he is assesing the vampire. "Can I help you?" He asked the undead 
creature knwoing he had to stay hidden as much as he migth wish to call him 
what he was. He kept on his guard. His eyes took swift not of others there 
again before returning to the one he saw loooking at him.

"Not really!" The vampire replied cockily. "I always like to check out those who visit my establishment. A good host knows who is under his roof and is sure they are being well catered to after all." He turned fully, giving his back to Maurice and Columbine as they discussed mattersof philosphy quietyly. "Take you for example. Your body language is tense, somewhat defensive. The shades are a masque, a barrier to keep others at a distance. I can dig that. The vibe you give off must make it hard to break the ice, but I'm known for breaking the ice amongst other things. Then theres the reflection. Or lack there of. never seen that in a mortal before!2

He leans on the bar and nods to the mirrors behind the bar. When Tellos follows his gaze he is shocked to see himself staring back from the reflective surfaces.

"Me, I couldn't live without seeing myself. I'm just to goddamn pretty not to admire my own devilishly handsome visage!" he pronounces the French word badly and he grins widely from ear to ear.


[Behold the Tags have returned.]

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