[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

NachrichtPhoebe Knox, Arkana Carangi, Columbine, Babe, Kiss
Toreador, Brujah, Ravnos, Mortals (ish)
Club Harlequin

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.

The largest of the women turned and looked down at Phoebe. The laughter thta had seemed to envelope her hardly subsides. But the eyes were not smiling as they glared down at the newly arrived girl. The hand of the petite blonde on her arm drew her aside as they both took a step to the side and allowed a clearer view between Phoebe and the remaining pair. 

"Friend of your's Arkana?" Columbine asked the Brujah with a purr. Her smile to Phoebe seemed, if not warm, at least not threatening. 


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