[Sodium_noir] is that all there is?

[Sodium Noir ST]

Raindog's bar
Well, well past 3 Am

The bar was far from empty. But the clientele had a certain hardcore drinkers reverie going on. That or something of the all night bohemian vibe. The barfly's had there set places, close tot he bar itself or actually propping it up. Then there were the lovers and the romantics, those who just came to hear One-eyed Booker coax ecstasy from his piano. Finally there were the poets and the reporters, the authors struggling to break the writers block. Doted around on any night you were sure to meet a few Dreamers and craftsmen of one discipline or another. Drawn here by the Glamour of the Changeling freehold. Perhaps even mused by the staff themselves.

Raindog himself was sat in his usual spot with Jaywick the small rotund barman. For now they trusted that the tall dark Amazon who was Emma could handle to traffic. They spoke in hushed tones and examined an old map of the city from perhaps thirty years ago. At the next table a young lady called Izzy snored ever so softly on a bench. All pokered out for tonight.

Downstairs the remaining three members of the card school were still hard at it. 

At the door, Malone stood his lonely vigil. His attention seeming to be constantly focused on the North East, perhaps awaiting sunrise. 


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Through the years, there have been many rules that I have tried to live by, but one, in particular springs to mind. "I'll try anything twice on the off-chance that I may have screwed it up the first time." This has usually served me well when it involves chocolate cake, Louis Armstrong, adultery and the 1600-minute-a-month-weekends-free cel phone. I like to think of myself as open-minded, with the sole exception of cow-tipping. While I like a good steak every now and again, I've found the great beasts of the green pasture are better off left untouched. For some, it is easiest to write me off as crazy. They would be mistaken. I am colourful.
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