[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

Tellos, Harlequin, [and others in the club]
Dhampir, Vampires
Club Harlequin

But in his mind he thinks he has heard the Harlequins voice someplace before 
but cannot place it, for now he decides not to strain himself trying to 
think on it and focus on staying alive for now.

The Harlequin watches the boy leave. A certain sense of arrogent pride about it as he does. He'd heard stories of Dhampirs all his life, or his unlife at least. The Romany spoke of them constantly, the half breed ofspring of Shimullo and mortals. Sometimes they had confused the poor things in Hungary and wallachia thathad been born Ghouls with Dhampirs but he had known what they were from first hand experience.

Now he had met the real thing. The rumours were true. Pity the stuoid kid would wind up dead trying to kill the Tremere, but he had balls of steel the Ravnos was forced to conceed. Balls that big would probably take him afr. 

He'd been a good investment!

"Play something louder!" he called to the band, clapping loudly and shocking a few of the diners from thier quite conversations. "Something to wake this place up a little!"

The band did as they were told and went into a littel Nina Simone instrumental.



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