*Cesar doesn't bother to reply; he'll text if he doesn't find him on his own.*
*The Devil's Den is neither 'little', nor a bar. It's a nightclub in a shady part of town, and Cesar can feel the throbbing music in his chest before he reaches the sidewalk outside. The bouncer doesn't look at his ID. Smiling women call out to him, but he doesn't look their way.*
*The smell of sweat, urine, and something tangy assaults his nostrils as soon as he's in, and the music is strong enough that his already-alcohol-loosened mind wants to shut down and just numbly take in the experience for a while. A few people pass him while he stands there, and after a few seconds he shakes himself, looking around.*
*The dance floor takes up most of the club. Flashing lights don't show much, but there's just enough for him to know that the dancing is frenzied, pitching and heaving with a violence that he doesn't think he could safely navigate. A bar that's lit from below is squeezed against the far wall, and platforms with strippers dot the area like posts in a pinball machine. Cesar keeps close to the wall as he approaches it, unable to keep himself from watching people as he passes. Two forms twining amorously in each other's arms. Three forms sitting or leaning docilely against the walls of a corner, apparently in a haze.*
*It's more or less the sorts of place the doppelganger had always implied he enjoyed, but Cesar had never really experienced the reality of it until now. He feels unsteady, like a drunk man suddenly pushed to stand in a rocking canoe.*
*He's at the bar. Where's the man he's here to meet?
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Date: 2015-09-20 06:00 pm (UTC)*The Devil's Den is neither 'little', nor a bar. It's a nightclub in a shady part of town, and Cesar can feel the throbbing music in his chest before he reaches the sidewalk outside. The bouncer doesn't look at his ID. Smiling women call out to him, but he doesn't look their way.*
*The smell of sweat, urine, and something tangy assaults his nostrils as soon as he's in, and the music is strong enough that his already-alcohol-loosened mind wants to shut down and just numbly take in the experience for a while. A few people pass him while he stands there, and after a few seconds he shakes himself, looking around.*
*The dance floor takes up most of the club. Flashing lights don't show much, but there's just enough for him to know that the dancing is frenzied, pitching and heaving with a violence that he doesn't think he could safely navigate. A bar that's lit from below is squeezed against the far wall, and platforms with strippers dot the area like posts in a pinball machine. Cesar keeps close to the wall as he approaches it, unable to keep himself from watching people as he passes. Two forms twining amorously in each other's arms. Three forms sitting or leaning docilely against the walls of a corner, apparently in a haze.*
*It's more or less the sorts of place the doppelganger had always implied he enjoyed, but Cesar had never really experienced the reality of it until now. He feels unsteady, like a drunk man suddenly pushed to stand in a rocking canoe.*
*He's at the bar. Where's the man he's here to meet?