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[i][color=6ecff6]The Parlour[/color][/i][/center]

He was a little early.  This much was apparent as the chilled air swept over him.  It wasn't as cold as the atmosphere outside, but the thermostat definitely seemed to be hovering around a lower setting, no doubt in preparation for all the body heat that would soon offset it once the place started to really come alive.

The establishment's patrons were starting to trickle in and Reno suspected, once it hit a certain hour, that the trickle would turn into a pour.  In the meantime, he took in the view.  Scantily clad employees wrapped in shiny, reflective garb... barbacks wiping down counter tops and rolling in kegs... the house sound engineer doing his audio tests.  The show was about to truly go on soon and the players were busy getting to their marks.

It was something Reno always enjoyed seeing.  The Before.  Watching a group of people excitedly preparing for the nightly party usually filled the air with a tickle of anticipation.  It was infectious and he, too, found himself eagerly awaiting what this place had to offer.

With a slow stroll, he walked toward the heart of the place; the bar.  Already he could see an exquisite specimen of a woman conversing with a mountain of a man.  Not wanting to impose, he drifted toward the opposite end, giving a crooked smile and a slight nod to anyone he passed in the process.  He always considered it slightly rude not to at least acknowledge other people with whom you made eye contact.

With a small, relaxed sigh, his found his perch and rested his forearms on the counter top as his eyes drifted over the selection of bottles presented behind the bar.  They fell on a particularly reputable brand of scotch and the silver haired man knew he'd found his drink for the night.  As soon as the keep came around, he'd reserve the entire bottle.

As one of the shiny women passed hurriedly by him, he couldn't help but turn his head, taking in the full view of her, gravity and biology joining forces to create a bouncing visage of perfection as she continued on in the opposite direction.

"[color=6ecff6]My, my,[/color]" he said finally in a drawn out moan.  With that, his slammed his fist down on the counter which erupted in a quick thud, his grin wide as ever.  "[color=6ecff6]I think I'm ready to get started,[/color]" he exclaimed eagerly.  "[color=6ecff6]Oh, keeper of the liquid ambrosia,[/color]" he called outward melodically to any ear that would hear it.  "[color=6ecff6]I am ready for immortality![/color]"