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A cold night where the moon is high and the air is cold; people gather in a beige colored building with low hanging lights. They glow a dull, dim pale yellow and orange. The table glints a shinny red with black lining chairs.
The bar in the other side has a large counter made of a dark brawn colored wood; the shelf behind is equal in that aspect. Alcohol filled bottles of glass in rows on the shelf. The building, itself is a three story with a large basement.
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Ground level- Club area + Back stairs
First level- Dinner + Kitchen + Pantry
Second level- Private room + Camera surveillance room
Basement level- Rough housing + Betting
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Slick.
Mr. Slick
Mr. Spades Slick
Like his black, lean car- has to deal with his idiotic companions and his boss.
Classy.... violent.... but never sleazy.
He might be shady and rugged, but he isn't one to torment women. No matter how much he loves stabbing, he'll give women a respectable death despite his policy on fair and equal murder.
He's a gentlemen after all.
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He'll stab two- three- up to five times, ten if he's extra sweet on her.
Make sure they're vital areas though, other wise that's just rude.
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Sweet Flowers are Poison Tipped
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