In front of the club a line of kine, awaiting their turn to enter, is starting to form. Slightly inebriated rich kids, some nervous teens rehearsing the birthday on their fake ID's, pretty guys and playful women shark the crowd, scouting this night's victim.
He has decided that so long as he doesn't know and understand the unspoken social rules of the Sacramento domain, he's going to play it safe. His grandsire expects him to act as a representative of the New York Chapter and of their blood. He does not want to disappoint. This is why Adler stands outside of the Avalon, a good twenty minutes before his appointment with Whip Ricardo Rodriguez . He is unsure of whether or not he can just walk into the underground Elysium, without a court official such as the Deputy to accompany him.
Otherwise he is quite relaxed. Rodriguez sounded fairly straightforward on the telephone. So he expects less multi-layered conversation. Besides, the Whip knows what it is Adler wants to speak about.
He stands a few meters away from the line of kine. Leaning against a lantern pole, he pretends to be talking to someone on his mobile. Besides his usual attire, he holds a leather satchel over his shoulder. Inside it holds his note book, his fountain pen, and a gift.
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