21 September
WHO: David Hughes & OTA WHAT: Fashionably late to the party but here's a gift for you. WHEN: Between June and now WHERE: Rome --> Vegas --> San Francisco
The first time whispers of an angel in San Francisco reached David's ear, he was at a nightclub with a pretty, fresh-faced thing. There wasn't enough information to grab his attention, just rumours. The second time the messenger brought this matter up, he barely escaped with his life. Master Hughes had just been reunited with the Love of His Life and neither of them cared for the interruption. Bad timing on the minion's part. He'd try again when they broke up. Yes, when and not if. He'd been around long enough to know that the lovebirds couldn't stand being around each other for too long. They always went from playing like puppies to tearing each other apart like wild beasts.
After the inevitable happened, the minion cleaned up the mess and dutifully took his master out of the Eternal City to the City of Sin. Recovery took its sweet time or perhaps it didn't dare approach the gloomy, despondent skeletal frame too fast. September slithered into the land, carrying the promise of autumn on its tail, and the demon regained his spirits. Vegas shone brightly for the next two weeks, and David found something to soothe his bruised ego.
Finally, finally, they talked about San Francisco and this time the minion did his job so well that Mammon felt intrigued enough to travel there to have a look himself. While the entourage checked in at the Mandarin Oriental, David was out to get himself acquainted with this city's pulse by visiting the nightclubs and found them all sorely lacking.
Seemingly over night, a new club appears in San Francisco's night-time entertainment landscape: Neva. Tonight she opens her doors for the first time and you are all invited. The owner himself is posing as a patron and wedged comfortably between two of the club's charming hostesses at the bar.