Caritas, Saturday Evening
It was business as usual at Caritas tonight. The techno coming from seemingly everywhere at once made it feel like the whole building was alive - and its pulse was feverish. Impossibly beautiful people were around, waiting to mingle with customers. Every once in a while, some of them shifted their appearance in a wave of binary code into something targeted to be more appealing to a specific customer.
Towards the back of the lounge, there was an area for VIP customers only. The bar served drinks, sure, but back there? Some mind-to-cyberspace connections of questionable legality were on offer to those with the means to pay for them.
And Mike was behind the bar, but distracted, tapping his fingers nervously against the edge of it. He had his reasons. Just... don't ask. Not that anyone would want to. He wasn't looking too good. If you wanted someone who looked like they'd slept at some point in the last three days, you needed Tino.
[ooc: Open, no ocd!]
Towards the back of the lounge, there was an area for VIP customers only. The bar served drinks, sure, but back there? Some mind-to-cyberspace connections of questionable legality were on offer to those with the means to pay for them.
And Mike was behind the bar, but distracted, tapping his fingers nervously against the edge of it. He had his reasons. Just... don't ask. Not that anyone would want to. He wasn't looking too good. If you wanted someone who looked like they'd slept at some point in the last three days, you needed Tino.
[ooc: Open, no ocd!]