Had Draco Malfoy been standing at the bar, looking out over the interior of Boston's Ame Noir, he would have been impressed. The lights perfectly punctuated the loud pounding of the music's base, both DJ and the House Bands had drawn in their own fans, the dance floor was packed with patrons, the security staff mixed easily and inconspicuously with the crowd, and their was a steady stream of drinks being dispensed at the bar. If nothing else, Ame Noir was bringing in a continuous crowd who willingly spent their hard earned cash within the walls of this rapidly growing favourite of Boston's Nightlife.
Like it's predecessors Ame Noir was offerring both its staff and patrons an excellent escape from whatever clouded their mind during the day. Stepping into the establishment, the small worries were left at the door and that was what kept the patrons coming back again and again, which was easily seen as the door opened once more to let in a new flood of individuals, giving the outside world a brief glimpse of it's interior. The night was far from over.