SethSunshine
Really Really Experienced
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- Apr 16, 2007
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Club Blue was a small underground, yet well established in certain social circles, nightclub. Rouge, being the club owner; was there everytime he ran a night there - which was always on a friday, starting at 12pm and ending at 5am - five hours of intense music, drink that never stopped flowing and more than occassionally, raucous sexual antics. The layout of the place was very simple - the entrance was a large set of stone steps, concealled by an alleyway which was fronted by a disused bus shelter - worn down through years of neglect; this was an end of town that had been abandoned and forgotten a great deal of time ago, making it the perfect place for Rouge to 'set up shop.'
Once you had paced through the hallway from the entrance it opened out into a huge dance floor, small 'cubicled' couch areas surrounding the edges of the floor with a large, and expensive, sound system set up on the other side of the room. The bar was a prominant prescence in the corner, usually with two or three bar staff working there at a time; with a grand selection of beverages which would quench the thirst of any who desired them. Neon strips of light, interweaving in complex patterns, ran up around the walls - only adding to the atmosphere as colour, music, sound, heat would overpower those who came to the place.
At the other end of the club, from the bar, there was an inconspicuous looking door (simple and oaken in design with a brass handle), but what it led to was far from inconspicuous and was the main attraction of many of the clientelle - two long hallways of bedrooms. This night-club was heavily sexually focused, and unlike with most clubs where - if you were interested a girl, you'd have to find your way home, in a usually drunken state, or lock yourself in a bathroom cubicle - with this club you could pay a minimal fee to purchase one of the rooms for a night, with varying 'toys' within. New members came week after week to try out the club, some came again - others did not, but Rouge always found business.
IC:
Rouge took another sip of water, draining the bottle of it's contents before he tossed it to the corner of the room, missing the wastepaper bin by inches. "Hmph," he snorted a little, taking his heels off of his desk and standing up; arms raising in the air to stretch out an ache he had developed. It was 12.30am, punters should've flooded in and business would be heaving - as per usual. Taking the tailored blazer off of the back of his chair he slipped it around his shoulders and smoothed out the few creases on the lengths of the arms. Finally flicking his collar downwards he turned and looked at himself in the mirror which lined his office wall. "Tonight is going to be a good night.." he told himself, fastening cufflinks to the hem of his shirt sleeves. He had to look professional - he was the club owner, therefore he was the physical representative of the club; if he looked shoddy, the club was shoddy, but if he was good... Well he got more customers. He ran his hands smoothly through his hair as he tilted his head - still looking into the mirror - this job had taken alot out of him, paying off the right people, getting everything just right to make this place a success: and now he would reap the rewards. His loans were paid and he had all the agreements he needed to secure deliviries - everything else was profit. Finally tearing himself away from the mirror, being a slightly vain and arrogant person, he turned the handle of his door - and with a deep breath - strode out to make his way onto the dance floor. "time to make an appearance.." he told himself as he went to meet and greet.
OOC: Anyone can join, use your imagination when you create a character - you could be part of the staff - bouncers, barstaff? An experienced member of the club back for another night, or perhaps a newcomer who'd heard of the place from a friend. If you want to go deeper perhaps a cop who'd been looking into reports about the place and gets 'corrupted' when they find their way into the club. Enjoy.
Once you had paced through the hallway from the entrance it opened out into a huge dance floor, small 'cubicled' couch areas surrounding the edges of the floor with a large, and expensive, sound system set up on the other side of the room. The bar was a prominant prescence in the corner, usually with two or three bar staff working there at a time; with a grand selection of beverages which would quench the thirst of any who desired them. Neon strips of light, interweaving in complex patterns, ran up around the walls - only adding to the atmosphere as colour, music, sound, heat would overpower those who came to the place.
At the other end of the club, from the bar, there was an inconspicuous looking door (simple and oaken in design with a brass handle), but what it led to was far from inconspicuous and was the main attraction of many of the clientelle - two long hallways of bedrooms. This night-club was heavily sexually focused, and unlike with most clubs where - if you were interested a girl, you'd have to find your way home, in a usually drunken state, or lock yourself in a bathroom cubicle - with this club you could pay a minimal fee to purchase one of the rooms for a night, with varying 'toys' within. New members came week after week to try out the club, some came again - others did not, but Rouge always found business.
IC:
Rouge took another sip of water, draining the bottle of it's contents before he tossed it to the corner of the room, missing the wastepaper bin by inches. "Hmph," he snorted a little, taking his heels off of his desk and standing up; arms raising in the air to stretch out an ache he had developed. It was 12.30am, punters should've flooded in and business would be heaving - as per usual. Taking the tailored blazer off of the back of his chair he slipped it around his shoulders and smoothed out the few creases on the lengths of the arms. Finally flicking his collar downwards he turned and looked at himself in the mirror which lined his office wall. "Tonight is going to be a good night.." he told himself, fastening cufflinks to the hem of his shirt sleeves. He had to look professional - he was the club owner, therefore he was the physical representative of the club; if he looked shoddy, the club was shoddy, but if he was good... Well he got more customers. He ran his hands smoothly through his hair as he tilted his head - still looking into the mirror - this job had taken alot out of him, paying off the right people, getting everything just right to make this place a success: and now he would reap the rewards. His loans were paid and he had all the agreements he needed to secure deliviries - everything else was profit. Finally tearing himself away from the mirror, being a slightly vain and arrogant person, he turned the handle of his door - and with a deep breath - strode out to make his way onto the dance floor. "time to make an appearance.." he told himself as he went to meet and greet.
OOC: Anyone can join, use your imagination when you create a character - you could be part of the staff - bouncers, barstaff? An experienced member of the club back for another night, or perhaps a newcomer who'd heard of the place from a friend. If you want to go deeper perhaps a cop who'd been looking into reports about the place and gets 'corrupted' when they find their way into the club. Enjoy.
