7375/One Night at the Empire Club
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| One Night at the Empire Club | |
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| Date of Scene: | 15 August 2021 |
| Location: | The Empire Club - Lounge |
| Synopsis: | No description |
| Cast of Characters: | Mina Murray, Eric Brooks
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- Mina Murray has posed:
The Empire Club is one of the most exclusive drinking establishments in New York, with a reputation going back to the Industrial Revolution. It's still early, the skyline quite colorful with the setting sun even though it's technically evening.
An unlikely looking young woman sits in a booth all alone. Not just -any- booth, but the one with the secret entrance leading to the Map Room. She looks to be barely 20, dressed all in black as a fashionable goth. A glass of whiskey sits on the table before her, and she smokes a cigarette. Turkish. Unfiltered. Her seat faces both the door as well as the bar, strategically placed.
- Eric Brooks has posed:
Perpetually black clad, leather coated, and be-sunglassed, the only concession Blade has made to his usual attire is leaving his armored vest at home. He doesn't linger at the door; he heads straight for the bar and orders a boilermaker. The layered pint comes with a bourbon sidecar, which he pours right on top of the beer.
"That's better," he rumbles after his first sip. He spins around and leans back against the bar. He's only had a half-moment to relax when he catches a familiar scent. It doesn't take him long to pin down the source. He lowers his glasses enough that he can peer over the tops and narrow his eyes visibly. He looks... less than thrilled.
- Mina Murray has posed:
Mina Murray may not have the -look-, but she certainly has the scent of her kind. His kind as well, for that matter. When his gaze pauses at her table she is already peering over those colored lenses directly at him. Without breaking eye contact she raises the cigarette to her lips, holding it between thumb and forefinger (in European fashion) to take a long drag.
Exhaling a thin plume of acrid smoke, she offers a slow nod to him by way of greeting. Her own nostrils twitch as well, perhaps scenting something of her like in him. With her free hand she gestures towards the seat opposite in her booth.
