[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

NachrichtPhoebe Knox
Toreador
Club Harlequin

At the top of the stairs, Phoebe is met by a large man in a tux. His closely cropped hair is dark, as are his eyes, and his smile rather welcoming as he opens the door for her.

"Not very busy tonight miss" he says. "but if you wanna put that instrument or your clothes in the cloakroom, just ring the bell. have a nice night!"

[If Phoebe does want to stow her gear,a dark haired girl at the cloakroom window will take it and give her a ticket.]

Once inside, phoebe is confronted by the foyer and large stairs leading down again into the main area of the club. The walls boast pictures of local celebrities and some from out of town as well. A miture with no apparent theme, burlesque girls and mafioso alongside sitcom stars and Broadway names. Directly ahead, tot he right of the well lit stairs are the toilets and a door marked 'private stalls'.

Down the stairs, and she comes out into Club Harlequin itself. Art Deco decorations and floor lighting, with a dance floor currently full of tables. Some of them seating late night diners or sociable drinkers, but mostly empty. To her right, a stage with a small band area in front. Left of that doors to a casino with a neon lit sign to tell her what to epect. Left of that, directly ahead of her, the bar. 

As to cliental, there were some strange types here. One end of the bar nearest the stage were a pair of men. Well, a man and a boy. The older of the two was black as night, with dreadlocks and clothing more suitable for warmer climbs. he spoke with a younger man with long silky tresses of raven hair. this one wore a bright red suit and a dark shirt, spats on his shoes and everything. His flesh had once been quite dark too, yet now had a faded palour, the palour of the undead.

the oppsoite end of the bar was taken up by four females. The tallest seemed amused at something while the others were engaged inclose conversation. A Dreadlocked  girl on the stool with a petite blonde close by. the last, buxom and brassy, with more jewlry that was neccesary, appeared to be caressing the seated individual.

Somehow the rest of the patrons seemed to fade intot he background compared to these two groups. 

[tag Phobe]

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