The Press Club.
Founded in the late 1880's with its club house at 123 Ellis Street, tucked neatly between Mason and Powell Street, any visitor will find it a well furnished and sturdy stone building in the latest style.
The discrete waiting staff take hats and coats and can be seen moving about the lobby with stealth.
Advertisements announce a forthcoming musical concert at the club are posted in the lobby, the recital to be given by an eminent group of European musicians touring the US.
A Vampire will easily identify the heavy aroma of the local, and highly recommended, chicken fricassee is in the air and the rich scent of red wine.
Gentlemen come and go through the lobby, greeting one another with a familiar and fraternal camaraderie...this is very much their world.
As Atticus enters a liveried waiter comes over to greet him and, with subtle politeness, take his hat and coat.
Beyond the tall potted plants and the away from the dazzle of tall mirrors hanging on the decorated walls, Atticus can already see two men he's aware of, gentlemen of importance in the City. One is broad shouldered man with a healthy glow about him...he's a local medical doctor who sits on several of the city's municipal boards and the other is one of the Mayor's more weak willed lackeys talking to a newspaper man.
The lobby and parlor are alive with convivial chatter and the swapping of gossip.