[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

Tellos, Dennis 
Dhampir, mortal
Club Harlequin
Outside the club

As the motorcycle drives up and parks he shuts it off and locks it up. Then 
his movements take him towards the entrance and with a deep breath he enters 
the door. He stands 6'2" so he is by no means short his shades reflect the 
things his eyes see off their surfaces. The eerie presence that he has 
floods the area and his lack of a reflection shows on all surfaces that 
reflect. The clanking of his boots hinted at the fact he was not able to focus
in any stealthy movements. His eyes scan everywhere he goes's careful to 
note everybody.

Standing at the top of the stairs, barring the way to the club, was a rotund doorman. Dark eyes observed Tellos approach and the sword. Pork sausage fingers flicked at his collar as he spoke into a microphone there for a moment and then his attention returned to Tellos.

"Good evening sir?"


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