[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[concrete chaos]

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

Just as she was settled, Arkana felt the presence of others *in her personal
space. *
* *
*Three others to be precise.*
* *
*The Urmen, or as she knew them, the all girl punk band 'Bitchkrieg'. *
* *
*"We simply must stop meeting like this sweet thing!" Columbine purred in
her seductive voice. The Vampires hand stroked Arkana's hair gently*.
She knew who it was, hard to mistake the lead singer, ever. Still she threw
a glance towards the mirror to take a confirming look. Arkana grinned and
greated The Urmen, of course she didn't know they were called that.

 *behind her, seen only in the mirror at the rear of the bar and heard above
the others was the eternally laughing Amazon they called Kiss. The tall
woman rarely came as close as the others, her infliction keeping her always
apart.*
* *
*Thirdly, to her other side, was babe. petite and blonde the opposite of her
two companions. In her hand a cocktail glass and a lollipop in some clear
liquid that she sipped through a straw griped in her finger tips.*

"I quite like meeting like this Columbine!", the Brujah smiled warmly at
her, "I was hoping to bump into you three actually."

 *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*
**
And as she approached she noticed this wild bunch, their attire clearly
defying, a carnival of sorts.

 *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. *
**
Arkana turned on her barstool checking out whoever the hell it was
approaching them. And before her a black leather and laced girl strides
towards them.

Arkana turns her back to the bar and faces the trio, with a simple, "No" to
Columbine.

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ooc: Sorry have not been keeping up with the online bit of it...

-- 
'I don't have low self-esteem, it's a mistake. I have low esteem for other
people'. - Daria
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