Thread: The Dockyard WHO: Valentin, Matthew & OPEN to anyone who wants to come along. Just handwave that they heard about it through the grapevine. Feel free to subthread, or just join the ongoing thread! WHEN: Saturday night! WHERE: The Dockyard NPCs: Various Dockyard patrons; some people Valentin invited along
"Welcome," Valentin announced, throwing the twin doors open, "to the Dockyard!"
It didn't live up to the hype. The bar was low-lit, possibly to hide the fact that it was sort of filthy. It was half-empty -- and keep in mind that Valentin was a glass half-full kind of guy. But there were a few positive sides: tourist season was over, which meant that Academy students had become one of those rare breeds in Camden Wharf: paying customers. In addition, the only prolific police-man in Camden was also the brother-in-law of the owner of the Dockyard. All of this added up to a very, very lazy ID policy: boys got in when their fake ID was only slightly more convincing than having changed the birth-date on their own ID with a sharpie; girls got in without being checked at all. Everyone got served beer, but the stronger stuff required sweet-talking the two gruff-looking bartenders.
The people Valentin had invited streamed around him, mostly ignoring the dramatics. They dumped their coats on the table in the corner and then fanned out: a couple claiming a boot, the rest heading for the bar. Two guys immediately went for the pinball-machine.
A new song came on: something by Elvis. Valentin's eyes wandered over a few salient details -- the algae-infested aquarium in the corner, right by the bathrooms; the swordfish mounted behind the bar; the heavy-looking anchor that got used as a divider between the seating section and the dancefloor -- before the vampire turned around, nodding at Matthew. "So, Matty, what do you think?"