[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Phoebe Knox]

Arkana .. Columbine ... Phoebe ... Babe .. Kiss
Brujah       Ravnos         Toreador   Undying    Silent Strider.

"I've got my guitar with me," Phoebe said, watching the encounter down the bar out of the corner of her eye.  "Don't go anywhere without my guitar.  It's with my jacket in the coat room."

Arkana's eyes brighten when she mentions having her guitar with her. "Oh goodie, so what kind of axe you have?"

"Lemme go grab it," Phoebe said, and with mounting enthusiasm disappeared out to the coatroom.  

After a quick negotiation with one of the attendants, she returned carrying a black Fender guitar.  As she resumed her place at the bar, she displayed it prominently for Arkana.  

"Stratocaster," she said.  "It's a few years old, but it's still got a great sound.  Before I split Jersey, I was thinking of picking up another.  When I left though, I couldn't bear to part with her."

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