Bri14/Der04/Dio07/Ham12/Lor12 - When the Morning Comes

Lorelei tosses him a silver coin as well. If he takes a moment to look at it, he sees that it is, in fact, minted in Rebma and bears her image.
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The kid looks from the coin to Lorelei then back again.

"They murder artists where you're from? This don't look like you at all."

He bites into the coin then puts it in his pocket.

"Where can we spend these weirdo coins? We'll have to melt them down before using 'em in Kasaba."

He steps aside to let the group through the door.

Ooc: Hammett can set the scene...

Wormwood's is bustling with activity. The first thing that greats your senses is the music. A great band from off in shadow is playing and a small group of people, mainly from some sort of stagette party, are dancing near the stage.
The next thing is the smells of good food and ale, a few waitresses hurry around the club, serving tables.

The clientele seem to come from a wide variety of shadows, their clothes a strange mix of styles, fashions and colors. Some of them aren't even human is appearance, but nobody seems to mind here at Wormwood's. Everyone is welcome.

Some of the guests don't seem to be here for the music or drinks, they are instead huddled together at various tables in hushed conversations, as Wormwood's isn't just know for its drinks and entertainment, but also as a place where cross-shadow meetings can be had and deals struck. A strange effect of the club is that no matter how loud the music might get, guests at tables can always hear each other clearly, yet their voice don't travel far, so other tables would have a very hard time overhearing anything being said. Just another subtle service offered by the management. Don't forget to tip your server. 

On the far side of the main room you can see a door being manned by one of the staff, occasionally he opens it allowing someone in or out, and during those brief seconds you can just make out that there is some sort of backroom to the club, but it doesn't seem to be very busy currently.

Near the back of the club there is a raised section where a few tables are set up. This area is empty, except the you can see one man sitting at one of the tables. You recognize him as Hammett. He is keeping an eye on things and having a drink.

Those of you with keen eyes, or quick perceptions, might also notice Dalt, at a far table, away from most of the crowds as possible, drinking and having a goodtime with some unsavory and rough looking friends.

A matradee appears at your side with has a friendly smile of his face, "Welcome to Wormwood's. How many in your party?" Lorelei and Brian might remember him from the fighting in Kasaba as one of Hammett's soldiers, Conrad, but he looks much different now, dressed in a tux instead of military fatigues, and carrying some menus and a wine list, rather in an assault rifle.

I make a check of the room....checking down from Hamm to Dalt....to some of the other colorful 'Mos Eisley' sort in the club before looking at Conrad.

" Good to see you didnt come to a bad end in the shit. It's my first date night with my wife in about a year. Where would you recommend I sit?"

" The VIP section seems the better route to go." I look at my Queen " nothing less my dear for you."

Dio looks at Lorelei with the same enthusiasm as before. she asks 

"Will you be alright with going to the VIP room Lady Lorelei? i would love to say hello to Sir Hammett, and to Sir Dalt. " 

she says the last name with a bit more of a purr in her voice reminding herself of that handsome bare chested man she helped pull from the mountain side.