[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Phoebe Knox]

Arkana    Pheobe
Brujah  Toreador

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.

Phoebe eyed the approaching group.  Pulling her guitar protectively into her lap, she glanced aside at Arkana, then back to the newcomers.  "Friends?"

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