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vampire_compton (vampire_compton) wrote in silverage, @ 2011-06-24 19:11:00

Who: Bill Compton and OTA!
What: Party at the Playboy Club - please, post multiple threads!
When: Friday night
Where: The Playboy Club
Warnings: Well, it IS Playboy, after all...



It was everything a club in 1960's New York should be. It was smoke, and the low hum of conversation. Dim light and glimmering cocktails. The clinking of glasses and the occasional peal of laughter. Women in corsets and bunny ears milled about, all smiles and perfume. A dark man sat at the piano.

Businessmen of all stripes were there, from Wall Street traders to drug dealers and mafiosos. Women, too, though they were few and far between if they weren't employees. Everyone in the club knew their role, and though there were certainly unhappy people in the crowd, it seemed there wasn't a frowning face to be found. Everyone absorbed the heady atmosphere - and true, it was intoxicating, even for those not drinking. The world didn't seem to exist outside of the wine red walls. It was beautiful women, wealthy men, and jazz music.

These were the thoughts that occurred to Bill Compton as he played the piano. Though he had been all over the world - London was particularly enchanting - he was acutely aware that New York City was something special. He had, of course, heard about it all through his life, particularly when he was a young man in Bon Temps. People discussed it much the same way they spoke about the president - something unreal, something that existed just beyond the average person's grasp. And here he was, almost two hundred years later, playing the piano in a club. Life sure was odd.

He had found an apartment, finally. Sleeping in the ground was nice sometimes, but it had gotten too risky. He had attracted too much attention. He found a basement level - small, but dry and clean. He was beginning to draw some attention by never showing his face in daylight, but he waved it aside with the "I work nights" excuse. The landlady got the rent check every month - what did she care?

His fingers trilled along the keys. Few noticed him. He was a bit too far away from the tables for most people to be drawn to him, too much in the shadows. He glanced out across the room as a few more people entered. One of the bunnies squealed...delight? Did someone goose her? He didn't know - it was just another night in the New York City club.