*the mic reverberated with a hollow thump. It could barely be heard
above the din of the music. Around the room lights danced across the
deep shaded walls and the dance floor was a writhing swarm of
humanity. Gazing out across the room he is able to see the varied
styles and people this unusual club attracts. From Goths to kandi-
ravers to men and women in business suits, they all seem to blend
here.

A young girl perhaps early teens sits near the Dj booth watching the
dancers, her eyes occasionaly glance at a woman dressed in a dark
suit seated at a table with a rugged looking gent.

A gentleman in a grey suit with striking blue eyes, light hair and a
cane sits casualy at the bar.

On the dance floor a single woman seems to glide effortlessly though
the mass of bodies. Spining and twirling, her hair whirls with each
motion. She seems almost lost in the music. Though she moves all
across the floor she avoids bumping anyone with her cat-like grace.

Across the room at a table sits a long man gazing into a glass of
water as it it reveals the secrets of the universe.

At another table sit two people, one a large man, of strong build
perhaps of nordic stock. The other person is a woman reclined
against the wall her feet on the seat. Jet black hair frames her
face.

In the DJ booth an individual seems to move rapidly about. Flipping
one thing, moving another, all the while a small stuffed cat
watches.

These are just a few of many denzins in the walls of this place.**