[Sodium_noir] City lights

[Spikey]

Tellos
Dhampir Neon city
Bout 8 or 9pm

Neon City was just coming to life, it wouldn't really be at full tilt until
closer to midnight. But there was no lack of choice from the bars and clubs
that filled the rack. The bright lights and advertisements of light that
gave the area its name called out from every window and doorway.

As Tellos strolled, a small bar caught this eye. far emptier than its
neighbours, suffering from being off the main drag, the barman was watching
a game on TV while a handful of customers nursed domestic beers. The promise
of dark corners and high backed chairs to hide his weaponry made the place
look appealing.

A wasted looking black guy looked up at him from the fire escape in a
sidestreet. Gloved hands cupped close to his face as he blew on them to keep
warm. The eyes didn't fit, they'd seen too much for such a young man. Watery
and set in a gaunt face he had the tell tale sign of a man lost to his
vices.

He watches Tellos, making no secret of the fact. After  a few moments he
stretches out his hand without a word. His face is already resigned tot he
fact that this half-hearted attempt at begging will be met with the same
refusal as always. he hardly even tries anymore.