12-07-2024, 10:10 PM
An escort ushered him to the private booth in Block 1, parting the sea of clubbers from his path so that he did not need to brush shoulders with the other clientele. Manifesto was accustomed to the extravagant demands of the rich and famous, and accommodated his idiosyncrasies without a murmur. Lucien was no celebrity, but he was wealthy.
Security ringed the perimeter, not a measure Lucien took for himself, but for the benefit of his appointment. None would be allowed through but the two individuals he waited for. It would not be the first time the Archivist had acted as an intermediary, and he had a reputation to maintain for neutrality. At least as far as his services were concerned.
A crisp wine was poured for him, the bottle left for his pleasure, and he thanked the server kindly before dismissing them. The club’s music was a softer thump here. In the ethereal glow of neon lighting his pale and embroidered gloves danced a myriad colours. He raised his hand, not yet to taste his drink, but to lift an old-fashioned pocket watch from its chain and glance at the time.
Security ringed the perimeter, not a measure Lucien took for himself, but for the benefit of his appointment. None would be allowed through but the two individuals he waited for. It would not be the first time the Archivist had acted as an intermediary, and he had a reputation to maintain for neutrality. At least as far as his services were concerned.
A crisp wine was poured for him, the bottle left for his pleasure, and he thanked the server kindly before dismissing them. The club’s music was a softer thump here. In the ethereal glow of neon lighting his pale and embroidered gloves danced a myriad colours. He raised his hand, not yet to taste his drink, but to lift an old-fashioned pocket watch from its chain and glance at the time.