He's not drunk yet, but the night is still young. Loretta's always empty on Tuesdays, and it's a good place to get wasted as Laurie scribbles away in his notebook. Working on a story he'll never finish ( Read more... )

There is a long lull in the music as a young woman stepped off the small stage, a blank blue screen to the side where the lyrics had just been. A few people clap and one or two of the males whistle, and the girl sits back down at the bar to order a drink ( Read more... )

It was a quiet night at The Scarlett Room. Phedre was perched on a chaise in the parlor with a book, and had been watching patrons come and go for hours now. A few had had appointments, others had walked in and asked to "browse", and there had been some scurrying around as one man had come in with an armful of gambling winnings and been shown a ( Read more... )

It was somehow both dark and blindingly bright ( Read more... )