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The rain is a faint mist, slicking brick and beading glass and turning the streets into strange, black rivers. Arteries, thick and thrumming through the heart of the city. The long, wet shimmer of neon signs spikes down into that darkness: hazy faerie-lights that cluster about the corners of the eyes. The club's doors are hidden at the back of a slick-shined alley, all tarnished metal and fat rivets. The music that purls out around them is a lazy pulse, its copper strings plucking at the heart - sensual, thick as street grit and bitter as coffee. Inside, the light is a visceral red glow just barely bright enough to see the cards that smiling dealers flick through at the tables tucked up against the far wall. Bodies sway on the distant dance floor and bouncers cut their way through the crowd like knives, an animal intensity in their glittering eyes - big cats, prowling like shadows. |