[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

NachrichtHarle, Colombine & Gang, Maurice
Ravnos Superstars & Band, slightly irate Serpent
Club Harlequin

Maurice slowly moved to the opposite part of the bar and sat down, quite visible to the group. He decided to wait at the bar until Harle noticed him and came over. It would have been very impolite to just barge into that strange little gathering. He fumbled around his coat pockets and finally withdrew a cigar. He lighted it and drew in the smoke deeply (one of the advantages of being not quite alive anymore) and exhaled it slowly.

The Harlequin didn't even notice Maurice come into the club. An oversight that wouldn't strike him until much later that night. Instead the Setite had found himself a seat and lit a cigar before he was even conscious of the other Vampires presence. 

It really bugged him that he still couldn't crack that whole smoking thing. He'd been trying for years now but having the lit end of a cigarette or cigar that close to his face, so close to his dusky inflammable flesh, gave him the willies. I bugged him so much he tried to fake it with simple illusions but the fear of the flame ruined it everytime. It was a dull and mundane fear he intended to crack one day.

Gently he pushed Columbine away and after a moments resistance she turned to face whatever it was her husband was looking at and then relented. With a flick of her head she drew her two friends away to a table nearby and left the Harlequin alone.

The Ravnos placed his hand on the bar and ran it along the marbled surface as he strolled the length of it to Maurice. 

"I'd offer you a drink ..." he begins with his customary smile. "but there's not even anyone around to bother with the lie tonight!"


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