The area, filled with abandoned buildings and dark alleys as it is, may not be the first place you'd go look in if you wanted a wild night out. But there's something in the air, something in the way the ground vibrates beneath your feet that tells you this isn't just any place. This isn't just any night.
The line stretching from the rusty double doors certainly isn't just any kind of line. Humans, young and old, mingling and chatting and cheering with demons of different sizes and shapes and species, vampires smoking right in their midst, and not one of them seems to mind standing around waiting in the cold, dark night.
Up front, there are a handful of big fellows keeping an eye on things. One of them (a tall, wiry guy with black and white-blond hair) checks people's cards, another (big blob of a man with a head the size of a ripe melon) holds up...something right in front of every last one of the eager party-goers.
A mic?
Someone's singing, softly in the distance. Row, row, row your boat, gently down the--
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Date: 2008-10-05 09:42 pm (UTC)The line stretching from the rusty double doors certainly isn't just any kind of line. Humans, young and old, mingling and chatting and cheering with demons of different sizes and shapes and species, vampires smoking right in their midst, and not one of them seems to mind standing around waiting in the cold, dark night.
Up front, there are a handful of big fellows keeping an eye on things. One of them (a tall, wiry guy with black and white-blond hair) checks people's cards, another (big blob of a man with a head the size of a ripe melon) holds up...something right in front of every last one of the eager party-goers.
A mic?
Someone's singing, softly in the distance. Row, row, row your boat, gently down the--