Prologue
It is another night in Bay City.
Around the midnight hour people of all ages go out to the nightclubs, the most famous place for it is of course in the Neon District. The district as always is lit up with the neon signs around on the buildings. The most famous sign is of the course the Big Dipper sign on top of the small building that houses the Dipper Pub. Patrons are attracted to the bright red leprechaun being dunked green in a lime green lit tankard of beer.
Along the street are signs that shows lit up ladies in skimpy wear, or if you prefer, men also in skimpy wear. One shows medicine which belongs to the pharmacy, which may or may not also sell the latest backstreet drugs. Strangely the backdoor gets a lot of customers then the front.
While this district has many choices, none can compare to the nightclubs. Yes it is easy to find a nightclub in this district, just look for a neon sign and you’re there. But the most famous club has no name, no sign and not even a local street. This club is There.
Located in the small backstreet between buildings, the huge club stood in the alley blocking off both sides. A line at each entrance. The bouncer stomp on his fifth ciggie for the night and took a look at the list in his hand. ‘Sorry mate’ he said in his gruff voice, ‘But you’re not on the list’
The bloke scoffed, ‘Come on mate, it’s impossible to get in either way so can you please just give me a break?’
The Bouncer stroked his little beard, ‘Sure’ he said.
The Bloke grinned and started heading in, but his arm was grabbed and the Bouncer snapped it in half. He screamed out in horror before getting his head smashed into the wall beside him. The onlookers in the line either ignored that or took pictures with their phones. They are the smart ones.
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