[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, Where the Lights Dim

[Spikey]

Giger, Greenville
Tremere Apprentices
The Harlequin's 

Giger opts to heighten his hearing, to try to catch a
snippet of the great man's conversation, or more
accurately, the monologue he was listening to.  But
even so, he is alert enough to catch the eye of a
passing waitress and order drinks.  Pinot Noir for
him, and a glass of Guiness for the lady.

"Bold as you like!" The mortal was saying in animated whispers. "Guns and a big arsed sword. You can't hide that kinda thing on your back 'less you put it in a guitar case or something. This fool though, he didn't seem to have the first clue about blending. You saw him right? No reflection, creepy as fuck. Spooked the hell outta the girls, even Dennis! All that and riding this bright chrome rice burner too. Whatever he was doing here, he wanted to be seen. Send a message to somebody. That or get himself dusted as a ..."

"Breach of the Masquerade Israel!" The Harlequin filled in for him. "I take your point. If I don't report this to the Prince I'm going to have hell to pay."

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