Who said vermillion and royal blue didn't work together?
The large shoebox building is relieved with garish colors like a said shoebox's logo. It's size is only accentuated by the expanse of empty parking lot, but that's where the Angel's going. A small multi-plex in the shadow of the Zigguarat, a pop-fly from Raley Field and close enough to hear the river.
And for anyone that's looking, it's blossoming a river of fire that could warm half the city and smells like like an ace and a king.
Jack's deposited them in 'the foyer'. It's a large area next to the glass-y entrance and behind a theater auditorium. Industrial carpet and comfortable vinyl seating provides a perfect reception area while he disappears...
...and reappears with a blue guitar, jeans, and bare feet.
"Now lil' lady, how's about yew and Ah," strummmmmm, "Make be-yoot'ful music together?"
The first three notes of Dueling Banjos twang out.
"Anyway? This is our place, so, like, you can say anything."
Especially if it's more Lambs.