Post by Kaytie on Jan 27, 2008 21:17:15 GMT -5
Kaytie walked into the club, not finding anyone, but expecting to find clues as to what she was to expect in Night World. She didn't even bother making sure she knew where the small pouch on the hem of her denim skirt was, seeing as no one except for one person had appeared.
As she walked through the club, she noticed it had been left clean, as if after one closing, no one came back. The jukebox wasn't playing anything, the bartender was nowhere to be found, and the lights shone brighter than one would expect in an occupied club.
Walking to the walls, she found a few small ads on them, nothing much on the cork boards that held news of events and goings-ons, but, again, nothing that would help her get familiar with the place.
Disappointed, she walked over to the bar and jumped up onto the counter. She looked down, and spotted a glass and the soda dispenser. Sitting there, rocking her crossed legs in front of her, she waited.
As she walked through the club, she noticed it had been left clean, as if after one closing, no one came back. The jukebox wasn't playing anything, the bartender was nowhere to be found, and the lights shone brighter than one would expect in an occupied club.
Walking to the walls, she found a few small ads on them, nothing much on the cork boards that held news of events and goings-ons, but, again, nothing that would help her get familiar with the place.
Disappointed, she walked over to the bar and jumped up onto the counter. She looked down, and spotted a glass and the soda dispenser. Sitting there, rocking her crossed legs in front of her, she waited.
