i want your leather studded kiss in the scene [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[OOC: You got it, folks. Another party post. Threadhop like it's your birthday. Drink, brawl, bond, dance, angst, be merry.]
To the unsuspecting eye, it's just an old soap factory that's been abandoned for longer than it was ever found useful. To those that are in the know, Josef Soltini and Nikolas Demidov are opening its doors tonight to the supernatural community. It was supposed to have opened to the public back in May. Chicago, what with being its lovely self, forced them to postpone its opening after the Conrad destruction and other similar happenings.
The night is finally here, and hopefully it doesn't disappoint.
Smoke billows throughout the No Name bi-level nightclub. It curls in thick strands alongside the main level, past the crowded bar area. The first level is meant for the usual customers that simply want to sit back, have a drink, maybe try their hand at casino roulette.
The second level is a little more ostentatious and meant to draw in a different crowd altogether.
The place is meant to appeal to as many people as possible, after all, and there's a little bit for everyone.
There's a narrow hallway lit with neon arrows past the stairs, and afterward there are several large, skybox-like rooms separated by thin veils. The tables in one of the rooms are cube-shaped glass. They edges glow bright and some of the patrons are dancing on the tables, making their silhouettes glow as they spin and dance. The rooms all seem to have a different theme to them.
There's music and there's alcohol and knowing Chicago? There's bound to be a surprise or two.
To the unsuspecting eye, it's just an old soap factory that's been abandoned for longer than it was ever found useful. To those that are in the know, Josef Soltini and Nikolas Demidov are opening its doors tonight to the supernatural community. It was supposed to have opened to the public back in May. Chicago, what with being its lovely self, forced them to postpone its opening after the Conrad destruction and other similar happenings.
The night is finally here, and hopefully it doesn't disappoint.
Smoke billows throughout the No Name bi-level nightclub. It curls in thick strands alongside the main level, past the crowded bar area. The first level is meant for the usual customers that simply want to sit back, have a drink, maybe try their hand at casino roulette.
The second level is a little more ostentatious and meant to draw in a different crowd altogether.
The place is meant to appeal to as many people as possible, after all, and there's a little bit for everyone.
There's a narrow hallway lit with neon arrows past the stairs, and afterward there are several large, skybox-like rooms separated by thin veils. The tables in one of the rooms are cube-shaped glass. They edges glow bright and some of the patrons are dancing on the tables, making their silhouettes glow as they spin and dance. The rooms all seem to have a different theme to them.
There's music and there's alcohol and knowing Chicago? There's bound to be a surprise or two.