"A more elegant watering hole there never was." Thought Nick as he watched as the black and bangle clad cocktail waitresses danced about the floor in their usual fashion serving food and drink to the patrons. "I love black tie friday too. It makes the whole place scream, excellence." He spoke into the air above his head as though to a magical unseen audience, chancing to pull his hands above him and wiggle them about expertly in the classic display of spirit fingers. "And of course there is the band." He said as he spied the poster by the bar that advertised the transcendent epic metal band, Stigmata Scars. "Once a week they perform here, bringing in the crowd for miles. It makes me feel like I'm back home again, Instead of in...blech...London!" He felt the overwhelming need to party fill him and laughed loudly. "What about it? Are you ready to cut loose and show this club what we are all about?" He said looking down at his only audience, a severed penguin head in a block of ice that seemed to have no care for the party. "Great!" He said without an audible reply from the obviously dead piece of penguin and rushed to the bar. "I want something blue, covered in decorations, full of alcohol and extremely expensive....oh and put it on my tab."

Finishing up their set on stage, Damien packed his bass away and headed over the bar for a drink. On his way he looked over the audience with a smirk and nodded in satisfaction in another show sold out and well done. Spotting the dead penguin's head and the company that was with it he laughed and stopped over in an empty seat next to the man with enough time to hear his request. "Well my friend i dont know about decorations but...", He laughed and a bottle of Johnny Walker blue appeared in the man's lap. "I'm pretty sure that's expensive, full of alcohol and blue.

"I'm pretty sure that's expensive, full of alcohol and blue."

Looking at the bottle that appeared in his lap he smiled his special brand of madly contorted smile. "Hey thanks, mate!" His voice now taking the tone of an austrailian safari chief. "I get tired of the same old thing every night. All hogs and frogs in this place anyway."

Using terminology that only a Malkavian could truly follow he set his arctic pal down on the bar stool beside him and chastized it politely. "Don't go anywhere Charlie. I don't want another incident like when we went to the Copa. Those nice ladies are going to have to grow that hair back the hard way!" Spinning back round in his chair he looked confused and bewildered as he struggled to pop the top to the bottle of expensive whiskey. "Come on you son of a....I paid good money for you!"

Losing both his accent, his temper and apparently his ability to remember where he got the bottle he takes the bottle in both hands and bashes the neck against the bar shattering it. Lapping the strong alcohol off of the bar like a dog he smiles back at the mysterious bassist and liquor delivery man that sat beside him.

"Nicholas M. Wolfwood, Nick to my friends, how are you doing and whats with the great gift?" He said pouring another shot oover the bartop and lapping it up.

The make kicked back in the chair and put his feet up on a nearby table. Ordering a shot from a nearby waitress he looked back over at the man and watched him not only pour the liquid onto the table but start to lick it up roared in laughter.

"Well i was looking for some good entertainment tonight and that has provided it. So, it was well worth gift." He looked back over at the penguin before introducing himself to the strange man. "Damien Sagara, nice to meet you." He reached his arm over and extended his hand to him. "So what brings a fellow like you to a place like this?"

Setting the remains of the bottle down on the bar he ran a hand through his pointy white hair and smiled. "Looking for all the things a man my age looks for. Parties, ladies, danger, excitement that sort of stuff." He said leaning back in his chair and mimicing the man's motions. "You may or may not believe this, but I'm very different from the people like you and the others." He leans in close to the mans face, nearly touching noses. "I'm..." Stalls for a moment giving a dramatic pause "....a pair of midgets in a suit." Falls back into his chair. "There! I said it." Looks down at his reflection in the reflective surface of the bar. "Shut up stupid, you sound like a damn idiot." He says to the reflection before turning away. "What are you talking about? I'm not the one who lives in someone elses head.....or am I? I keep forgetting which one of us was here first." Looking back into the reflection he sighs to himself. "Watch your tone with me, you don't want me to get angry do you? The two of us were always here. You just got control first. Now, calm down and act normal.....er....normal for us."

Tiring of the conversation Nick, in his infinite wisdom, decided it time to take his leave. Extending a hand to the rowdy looking rocker he bowed very genuinely, "We need to go now. I have some things to take care of and he has to be in bed before he gets to be a real pansy." His tone and demeanor instantly changing as a visible shiver ran through him. Standing upright and flipping the collar of his trademark green trench up like a large set of emerald batwings and began to push his way through the crowd.

Upon reaching the doors to the club he smiled a big crooked grin and walked prowdly into the streets. "Time for some fun."

The man stood and nodded as he quickly followed the stranger out of the nightclub and into the streets. "Speaking of fun, would you mind giving me a hand down at the docks? I've got some friends down there that do not understand the meaning of "speedy retrieval of goods".

Meanwhile, down at the docks

Damien picked himself up off the ground and tried to catch his breath as blood trickled down his chin. He'd been caught by surpirse by the Void Engineers and had nearly lost his life. "Shit, shit, shit... where the fawk is that clone with the back up. They should have been here already." His clothes shifted and were instantly repaired to new as the dirt, grime and blood were washed off his body. He finally caught his breath and looked around at the buildings. "Well if nothing else a good distraction should give him some time." As the words left his mouth the two buildings around him engulfed in flames and a third erupted into a large explosion.