05-25-2015, 03:49 PM
Enzo passed casually through the club. A few short years ago, he never would have considered finding himself in places like this. The first time Corrado took him through one in Budapest, in search of a dreyken named Johannes, he was nervous to no end that he would be seen for a fraud.
At Kallisti, he was much more relaxed. He perused the club like he was trying to decide what sort of experience he wanted: table service, stage front, or bar seating. With each came a slightly different flavor of service. In the end, he selected the far seat at the bar, but swiveled the seat so he could watch the club.
A pretty bartender young enough to be his daughter asked for an order. He asked for a velvety red wine which seemed to impress her. "Your accent. Where are you from?" Her smile was sincere, but Enzo stopped himself from bragging about his beautiful Cote d'azur, the blue waters of the Riviera. Instead, his smile was cryptic. "West,"
he replied. She shook her head, amused, and left to retrieve the wine selection.
In her absence, Enzo turned back to the club. Various shades of light obscured many of the faces from real examination, but he did not need to see each and every pair of eyes to find the yawning black depths of a dreyken. He retrieved a slim device from his pocket and held it up to the room. An infrared setting let him scan the body heat signatures of everyone in sight. Dreyken sat several degrees below the typical human, and a heat map on the screen would easily locate one.
The search scanned part-way across the club when a heavy hand dug into his shoulder. One of the thick-necked security guards was bearing down upon him. "Absolutely not allowed," he uttered and his grip dug tighter on Enzo's shoulder.
He instinctively lowered the device, snapping the screen to black as he did. "What is not allowed?"
His inquiry was innocent.
"No recordings. I will have to confiscate your Wallet."
Of course, Enzo could not allow this. He slid from the seat and out of the bouncer's grasp. "My apologies, sir. I was not recording, I was searching for a friend I am here to meet. Something seems to be wrong with my ... Wallet ... and I was holding it up for signal to find his."
The bouncer did not seem satisfied, and Enzo quickly searched for someone to claim as the aforementioned friend. His gaze narrowed upon a trio of men seated together, and Enzo pointed. "There. I see them now. Could you tell the bartender to bring my order over there."
He smiled innocently and slightly bowed his head. Before the bouncer could object, Enzo moved away.
He passed a waitress just as she left the three he intended to claim. It was not unusual for strangers to chat in places like this. Their shared interest in socializing allowed for dissolution of normal rules of privacy. The bouncer would be out of earshot, but a glance behind him showed Enzo that he was seemingly placated and had moved on. But to keep appearances, for now, Enzo interrupted the conversation of the three. "May I join you gentlemen?"
His gaze shifted from an empty seat at their table to the three faces in turn, settling finally on the blonde.
At Kallisti, he was much more relaxed. He perused the club like he was trying to decide what sort of experience he wanted: table service, stage front, or bar seating. With each came a slightly different flavor of service. In the end, he selected the far seat at the bar, but swiveled the seat so he could watch the club.
A pretty bartender young enough to be his daughter asked for an order. He asked for a velvety red wine which seemed to impress her. "Your accent. Where are you from?" Her smile was sincere, but Enzo stopped himself from bragging about his beautiful Cote d'azur, the blue waters of the Riviera. Instead, his smile was cryptic. "West,"
he replied. She shook her head, amused, and left to retrieve the wine selection.
In her absence, Enzo turned back to the club. Various shades of light obscured many of the faces from real examination, but he did not need to see each and every pair of eyes to find the yawning black depths of a dreyken. He retrieved a slim device from his pocket and held it up to the room. An infrared setting let him scan the body heat signatures of everyone in sight. Dreyken sat several degrees below the typical human, and a heat map on the screen would easily locate one.
The search scanned part-way across the club when a heavy hand dug into his shoulder. One of the thick-necked security guards was bearing down upon him. "Absolutely not allowed," he uttered and his grip dug tighter on Enzo's shoulder.
He instinctively lowered the device, snapping the screen to black as he did. "What is not allowed?"
His inquiry was innocent.
"No recordings. I will have to confiscate your Wallet."
Of course, Enzo could not allow this. He slid from the seat and out of the bouncer's grasp. "My apologies, sir. I was not recording, I was searching for a friend I am here to meet. Something seems to be wrong with my ... Wallet ... and I was holding it up for signal to find his."
The bouncer did not seem satisfied, and Enzo quickly searched for someone to claim as the aforementioned friend. His gaze narrowed upon a trio of men seated together, and Enzo pointed. "There. I see them now. Could you tell the bartender to bring my order over there."
He smiled innocently and slightly bowed his head. Before the bouncer could object, Enzo moved away.
He passed a waitress just as she left the three he intended to claim. It was not unusual for strangers to chat in places like this. Their shared interest in socializing allowed for dissolution of normal rules of privacy. The bouncer would be out of earshot, but a glance behind him showed Enzo that he was seemingly placated and had moved on. But to keep appearances, for now, Enzo interrupted the conversation of the three. "May I join you gentlemen?"
His gaze shifted from an empty seat at their table to the three faces in turn, settling finally on the blonde.