Hallowe'en (RP: Open to Angelus's family and business associates, and Spike's friends)

[will_aurelius]

From the exteriour, the Inferno Club appeared to be no different from any of the other clubs in St. James's Square- an immaculate facade, with doric columns, and brilliant green front door with a silver knocker, clenched in the maw of an elabourate dragon. On the door, a silver nameplate bore the inscription: Inferno Club

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[sixballsandagun]

A shrouded figure, surprisingly short for a Victorian, and concealed mostly by a long black trenchcoat, emerged from an alleyway, with a much taller woman in a long, blood-red dress on his arm.

"This state of being is peculiar. It explains much of why you did not typically allow us egress, when our roles were reversed," the figure remarked. "So, you are set on attending this celebration?"

"Yes," the woman replied. "I promised, after all."

"Very well. I shall walk you in, then, if they permit, or let you go at the door to attend. But I expect you to return promptly," the figure commented, "to rest."

"Yes, of course, sir," the woman said, as they approached the door. "Saladin DiAngelo," she said to the doorman. "My... friend is not on the list. He is here to see me to the door."