Alex Bourne | John Casey (damagingmycalm) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-10-17 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | casey, james lester |
Who: Bourne and Ellis
What: A unique offer
When: After this
Where: Back booth of VIP Lounge at Phantasia
Warnings: None at the moment, but will update if it changes
In his entire time in Seattle so far, he had never once set foot in the dimly lit club with the neon sign. It wasn't because he hadn't seen it, he passed by it with some regularity, he just never felt compelled. Bourne wasn't exactly a club-type person, he preferred a nice quiet evening with a manual or his guns to an establishment filled with acrid smoke and girls that, to his eye at least, were barely legal and should be at home doing their schoolwork instead of out partying the night away.
But the white card that had arrived at his doorstep (a fact which he had carefully tucked away for later examination - the fact that an unnamed face had not only known his name but also had his address was disturbing, and either indicated a lack of care on his part or something even more concerning) had indicated here was where he needed to be, so here he was. He made his way past the throng of inebriated and gyrating bodies, attempting to have as little involvement as possible, and up the stairs towards the VIP lounge which, after presenting identification, he was admitted into.
Once inside, he looked around, attempting to locate the cause of the summons. Unfortunately, since he had neither a name nor a face to put to the words on the card, he was at a loss, and merely continued to scan the room, attempting not to look as out of place as he felt.