[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Jae Dyn Brael]

NachrichtPhoebe Knox
Toreador
Club Harlequin

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. 

Phoebe glanced back toward the entrance, then down at the claim ticket in her hand.  Dressed as she was in leather and lace, she had a feeling she was violating several portions of the dress code.  At least her boots weren't muddy.  She glanced between the two groups, and made her decision.

She approached the group of women.

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