"Hey there! No one blacks out the Concorda family! I'm definately on that guest list.If I'm not,I can be put on it!"

Membership is 50 gold. Growls the orc.

"That's easy!",he said,waving a bag of money in front of the slot.

The orcs hand shoots out like lighting and grabs the money. He sniffs it the eyeballs it then disappears. The door unlocks.

The Argonian also counts out 50 gold into a small bag, handing it to the orc once the door had opened. The orc responded in a similar manner, only giving a bit more of a sneering look at the lizard. it'll be 80 gold for you, and count yourself lucky that it isn't 1000. The argonian, not wishing to cause a scene, complies, and enters. the argonian immediately moves to the bar and orders "something that'll warm me up pretty quick". It was somewhat cool out, and even if wearing many layers of clothes, argonians do not stay warm very well. The bartender handed him a mug of some warm, frothy, golden ale he got from a large barrel sitting in sort of a low-heat oven. He took a sip of the warm brew and immebiately felt the warmth spread from his throat to al parts of his body. Sssssssssss, he sighed, then caught himself. He had not made that hissing sound argonians are so well known and disgusted for since he could not remember, and for a good reason, too. Immediately, he got a couple of quick, dirty looks from the nearby patrons, though the bartender jsut kept cleaning mugs over by a washbasin. Curses, he thought, I didn't mean to do that. This beer must have some kind of potion added to it, he thought. His thoughts turned from the enchanted beer to the people around him in the club.

"Ooh! That was neat! I want one to,barkeep!"Garret took the ale,and drank a deep swig,then tried his best to imitate the Hsssssssk! of an Argonian,and gave the argonian a slight smile.

He turned to the man and slightly smirked. You seem to be able to have a good tiem everywhere you go, he said. What, pray tell, is your first name? A wild guess tells me your last name is Concorda...

"I go by many.Depends on who you are...Would you be an Imperial Soilder?"

A half-elf enters the club and pays the orc 50 gold for membership. Then he walks over to the bartender and orders a bottle of cyroldic brandy. The barkeeper say they are out. The half-elf does not look very happy and the bartender hands over th last bottle. "Thank you." Shadow walks to the training room for a little practice with his bow.

a very thin man enters named raziel. hes has a robe on and a cloth underneth covering his mouth. he sits down at the bar.

if you look close to his face you realize that his face has a very blue color.

Naull walks in, pays the 50 gold for membership, and heads to the pool

"damn it's hot out there... god... why are all you people staring at me? whats with all the bloody clothes? arent you hot?

Titanius walks in, hands 50 gold to the bouncer, and sits at the bar, watching Laraine.
He mutters to himself "A vampire? Some people aren't so lucky." He flinches as he touches a pure silver cup.

Naull gets out of the pool and walks to the bar, noticing the flinch at the silver.

"What's it like being a werewolf?" He asks Titanius

"Beer, in a bottle, and a bag of ice please" Naull asks the bartender He pays the money, drinks down the beer, and then starts sucking on the ice.

Titanius turns towards the newcomer. "Most of the time, it's not too bad. Just have to stay away from pure silver, and be careful who I talk to. Most people are somewhat afraid of me." Titanius laughs sarcasticly.

"But the transformation.... awful. It's incredibly painful. Most of the time, I feel quite ill after it. sometimes wish I could lose my mind, like 'normal' werewolves. The other day, I made quite a scene at the tavern, because I lost track of the moon's phases. I rented a room in about 2 seconds, and managed to lock the door just as I started to transform." He winces and shakes his burned fingers.

"And there's silver." He pulls out his dagger. "Silver's a very common weapon metal, so when I caught Sanis Lupinus, I had to buy a diluted silver blade. The pain when I touch PURE silver.... exquisite."

Naull picks up another cube of ice and starts sucking on it.

"Does a blue moon ever effect you? I always wondered, and how many chances am I gonna get?"

"I've never noticed a major difference. Although.... I have noticed that my mind becomes rather... wolfish when there is a blue moon. I mean, much more alert."
He waves toward the bartender. "Shein. In a WOODEN goblet."

Naull gets up and pays for his drink. He goes up to the roof, and moves away from Thomas and Laraine. He sits on the ledge and stares up, thinking.

The bartender returns with Titanius's drink, who sniffs it cautiously. "Not that I expected anything, but... bottoms up!!" He chugs his drink cheerfully. Ah.... He wipes the drink off his lips, strips, revealing a nasty set of scars on his right arm, shoulder, and back. He dives into the pool.

OOC: LOLOLOL A SWIMMING WEREWOLF!!!

Titanius gets out of the pool, and goes onto the roof, swings onto a hammock, just watching the moon... and starts to fall asleep....