Elysian Fields RPG

John had a room that was reserved for his use at the club. It was fairly spartan, but comfortable, and he spent most of his off-duty time there, especially waiting between appointments. Not too many people would even knock on his door - he had his pager and cell available if someone wanted to talk to him or ask him for an appointment. He knew it could only be one of a few people, and he sighed as he unfolded from the couch that could be turned into a bed if he got too tired to head back to the hotel after a session. It was probably important. Right? He opened the door and looked down - he almost always looked down.

"Sammy," he smiled then, glad to see the young man who was a good friend... and maybe if they could stop dancing around things, might be more. "Come on in," he said. He knew whatever it was, Sammy must need some advice. John locked the door after them, just in case.