John (cashandcheck) wrote in thatjazz, @ 2008-03-22 01:28:00 |
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Current mood: | contemplative |
Entry tags: | club closed, complete, john, nathan, scott |
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It's a quiet night. It's always a quiet night at this time. Before the club opens, after the stores close, after the office workers have gone to their safe little homes and before the nightowls hit the streets. It's quiet, and some people would love that, but for John, it's just the start of his day.
Some people start earlier - since when he reaches The Fury, the right knock and the right word whispered into the speakeasy get the door pulled back, a sliver of light escaping into the alley until he steps in and the door closes behind him. Fedora and coat handed to the doorman with a nod and a kiss, and John's moving through into the main hall.
He lets himself take a moment to appreciate it. This club, dancehall, speakeasy, bar, whatever word you put on it, there's been a lot of work put into this place, and the best of it is that the work hardly shows. Clean linen covers sturdy tables, brass handrails gleam softly in the light of the chandeliers, and Nathan's already behind the bar. Always the first.
Except the nights when John meets Mr. Gill before the sun even sets.
Hands shoved into his pockets, John saunters down the stairs, past the gaming tables and over to the bar, one foot resting against it as he leans against one of the barstools. "Open for business, Fillion?"