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                                                "The first stage is like ordinary drinking,
                                                the second when you begin to see monstrous and cruel things,
                                                but if you can persevere you will enter in upon the third stage
                                                where you see things that you want to see,
                                                wonderful curious things."









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                                              sιттιηg ιη σηε σғ тнε яαмsнαcкℓε αℓℓεүωαүs σғ тнε ℓ.α cσsт, not far from the Pier, where the paving bows up in fitful little rises here and there underfoot, stood a quaint little bar. The dark red bricks of the outer wall are plain, except for an old sign, made of wood that appears to have nothing written upon it from where you stand. The sign wasn't big by any means, hardly noticeable, in fact, as it hung out over the doorway.

                                              There's something about this sign, however, that draws you to come closer, onto the uneven pavement of the alley. Something almost irritating yet urgent. Your feet carry you a few more steps onto the pavement of the alley before it hits you; the sign's be-spelled. With that realization, the message the sign truly holds becomes clear to you; Written in sprawling green letters with golden gild the sign now informs you that you've stumbled across The Green Fairy Lounge, with a sultry green fairy posed below the lettering.

                                              This place, you now know, was created for people like you, as you arrive under the sign and stare at your own reflection (or lack-there-of) in the square, frosted windows of the door before turning the handle and pushing the squeaking door open, as your feet take you from the uneven pavement onto the black and white checkers of the floor.

                                              The lounge is dim like any other, only the lights, for there are no windows but the ones in the door, issue a toxic green glow over the patrons and the rabble you suspected would greet you here; Vampires, Lycanthrops, Fae, Wizards, sorceresses, Witches and everything in between. The interior is clearly themed with black, green, and silver with little fae motifs here and there. The bar itself is sleek and small, but made of beautifully shined and varnished Brazilian mahogany and topped with green granite tops with a high polish the shone even in the dimness. Behind wall on the bar is the typical bar mirror with the displayed bottles. Overhead of the bar is an unlit crystal chandelier left to glow eerily in the green light of the room.

                                              The bar stools appear to be chrome with short backs which are padded with soft looking leather that match the seat. There are of course the prerequisite booths that match the bar to your left, and a small hallway that starts beside the bar. The bathroom, you assume. To the right is a small stage area and open seating in front with plush suede chairs and lush cream carpets. The area is open enough to allow dancing here and there without being crowded. The stage itself seems to be tucked under a small, yet elegant stair case that leads to rooms for rent above the lounge.



                                              нαvιηg үσυя ғιsят ℓσσк αяσυη∂, үσυ sтερ ιηтσ тнε ℓσυηgε....