The Shady Lady Saloon was located in the Communal Zone, but despite being in the Rack, Vivian opted for the adventure. Knowing its location, she fed before her trip down to the saloon. Ots ambiance was the chatter of some conversations she’d had the pleasure of eavesdropping. Upon doing a little more research, it seemed like it would fit her like the gloves she wore. Not to mention, the venue suggested a dress code; far less immature party-goers were likely to partake in the libations.
The Daeva strode in; a deep red dress was suitable tonight. Vivian was glad she finally lived in a time where fashion afforded nearly an ‘anything goes’ type of style. Although, often, there were times that some people should be shot by the fashion police. Paying disgustingly high prices for distressed clothing was absurd! Accompanied by black shoes and a favorite pair of gloves, the Succubus arrived in her blue Nova the smell of 273 lingering as she exited the vehicle. Her own perfume that night was Poison, a classic and unique Dior scent.
The venue was retooled to be a speak easy. For those that didn’t even know what it meant, the culture was still attractive since there were so many movies and books styled around that era. For others like herself, it was a reminder of more interesting times. Even though this wasn’t entirely her own era, she was close enough to it to have heard all the stories from the States. Prohibition was a serious affair during that time. The lobby felt like a time machine, the moment you entered it transported the visitor back several decades; now nearly a century.
Sitting in the lounge section, her legs were crossed toward the main entrance. She easily spoke to the bartender, ordering a French ’75. It was the holidays, a time for family and for most that meant a time to drink.
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