[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

Arkana    Pheobe
Brujah  Toreador

"Just forget them, if they found it so easy to replace you with some hack then fuck 'em I say", she raises her glass in a toasting gesture then goes on, "to exciting new beginings and all that jazz". Arkana smiles brightly and nods to Pheobe then relaxes again against the bar.

"All that jazz," Phoebe said as she raised her glass.  She glanced around the club and "I think I'm going to like it here."  

As she took in the club a group of people came down the stairs. Dressed in clothing more like Arkana's than the rest of the clientel they made quite an impact on the place. One middle aged couple decided this was a good time to leave.

At the head of the group was a sturdy man with olice skin, at least half Latino. His hair in a quiff and his eyes bright and furious. At least two of his companions were too pale to still be alive and it ws unlikley he still breathed either. At his elbow was a red haired Vampire, his skinny frame squeezed into a leather race jacket.

Arkana recognised the Anarchs instantly. Hector and Marley and the rest of the Inner Circle. A few of them recognised her as well and they headed towards the bar. Towards Phoebe and Arkana.

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