[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Substitute Storyteller]

Giger, Greenville
Tremere Apprentices
The Harlequin's 

Giger continues to listen to the conversation.  The
Harlequin was going to report the creature to the
Prince.  Most interesting, since he wasn't exactly a
loyal subject of the Camarilla.  Whoever, whatever
that creature was, it must be rather dangerous...  

The Harlequin glanced over his shoulder at Maurice and
Columbine, clearly in deep thought.
 
"Of course, his majesty is at a party right now with
more than half of my best tipping customers!" Israel's
face remained passive. "And he might not want to be
disturbed right away. Is, go give Raul a call, fill
him in on what you saw. Tell him we the truth, he
didn't give you a name or an address."
 
"OK boss!" The mortal stood and headed upstairs again.

 
>The Harlequin seemed lost in thought for a while,
gazing at the Couple at the bar. Then his head turned
slowly until it came to rest directly on Giger.
Looking him right in the eyes. The Ravnos smiled and
tipped his head, but the smile had none of the warmth
of a human smile.

Giger watches as the Harlequin meets his eyes.  Even
so, he does not avert his.  In the teachings of the
Pyramid, to do so would be to admit guilt at
wrongdoing.  And even though he had been
eavesdropping, he wasn't about to admit to it.  Giger
smiles and bows his head for a moment, acknowledging
respect of the vampire's Domain.  

He then turns to Elizabeth.  The level of liquid in
her glass had noticeably dropped, while the level of
his had not.  It was an interesting talent she had, to
be sure, though why or how she had learned it was a
bit of a mystery to him. 

Noticing his gaze upon her, Elizabeth turns her eyes
to him, though her query goes unspoken.  It were not
her place to speak before one that were ranked above
her.  



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