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the_last_resort2014-06-21 11:19 am
somepartsbroken) wrote in the_last_resort2014-06-21 11:19 am
Open!
Who: Dorian Carver and You?
What: A night at the Rising Sun.
When: As soon as the sunsets.
Where: The Rising Sun
Notes & Warnings: You can interact with Dorian or just have your own threads in the club with others! EVERYTHING GOES!
As soon as the sun had set Nina Simone's cover of House of the Rising Sun started to blast out of the sound system clear as crystal as the doors were proped open. The club was open to any and all with a simple set of rules by the door the biggest written on fancy text 'The Rule of Haven; All within will be given due respect, violence shall not be premitted inside the doors of the building.' It was one of the few Kindred Laws he still embraced.
Tonights drinks were half priced and the music was pumping everything was set to be fun and full of mischief. Everything in the club was fueled with black lights and made to look classy but fun. Dorian wanted to give the place a retro feel while still not pushing too far back in time. So he had found a compromise. Black lights and modern motif.
The owner himself was sitting at the bar in a red fur coat and black suit. He looked amused out at his club. He was drinking tea from a pretty tea cup just looking amused. Funny how he doesn't drink often but owns a bar.
What: A night at the Rising Sun.
When: As soon as the sunsets.
Where: The Rising Sun
Notes & Warnings: You can interact with Dorian or just have your own threads in the club with others! EVERYTHING GOES!
As soon as the sun had set Nina Simone's cover of House of the Rising Sun started to blast out of the sound system clear as crystal as the doors were proped open. The club was open to any and all with a simple set of rules by the door the biggest written on fancy text 'The Rule of Haven; All within will be given due respect, violence shall not be premitted inside the doors of the building.' It was one of the few Kindred Laws he still embraced.
Tonights drinks were half priced and the music was pumping everything was set to be fun and full of mischief. Everything in the club was fueled with black lights and made to look classy but fun. Dorian wanted to give the place a retro feel while still not pushing too far back in time. So he had found a compromise. Black lights and modern motif.
The owner himself was sitting at the bar in a red fur coat and black suit. He looked amused out at his club. He was drinking tea from a pretty tea cup just looking amused. Funny how he doesn't drink often but owns a bar.
no subject
"Might I inquire then, what this occupation is? That would enthrall one so?"
no subject
It was true that he'd once been a technician...five hundred years ago. But it seemed more sensible to introduce himself as such than to announce that he was a professional spy. Besides, here, working in the research lab, he was more technician than spy anyway. Why, he hadn't hacked a single computer or tapped a communicator line in months!
But it wasn't the sort of job that on face value sounded enthralling. So he added:
"I like code and electrical engineering. A lot."
no subject
"You must be very smart."
no subject
"Top of my class at the Academy, triple first." He takes a sip of his drink. "And what about you. Have you always been a club owner?"