Lucy had heard about Moulin Noir from Luc, a tall lanky Parisian she had befriended. He worked at the cafe she had taken to haunting, the one down the alley that the Shadow People went to. He was nice enough, older than she by ten or so years, but not very intelligent and little knowledge of English. Lucy liked talking to him because it was helping her brush up her French. After all, she had been in Paris since December. Her once awkward and clunky pronunciation had become smoother and less offensive, but it was still obvious she was a foreigner.
It had taken a few weeks for her to discover the password to the club. Luc had missed the newest password and it took him quite a while to find out what it was. However, Lucy had it now and after wending her way through the dreadfully eerie catacombs, she was in the place and felt a bit better. It was lovely in a melancholic, Gothic sort of way, but she liked it. The blonde went to the bar and ordered a drink before looking around. She spotted Fancy a few feet away from her, looking at a man at one of the tables. Should she say hello?
"Bonsoir," she offered, not moving closer in case Fancy was busy. "Have a good time?"