The club is currently situate in the middle of perth, I had walked there with others and alone many many times...Indeed. I had come to the placed so often that the guard and I were on first name basis, if that counts for anything in a place like this. The building itself was roughly 80 years old, a dance studio that is converted into our club on saturdays. This one being no different.
My attention was straying again. My senses, or my curiosity was intrigued by others around me. I knew that others like myself were around, it tickle my ears, played its wrm fingers along my neck and sent the wave through my own prana...but this was neutral ground. No one approached unless it is necessary.
One had made the previous mistake of musing himself with my....friends. It had not been a very nice continuum for the rest of the night for him.
Inside the club, even They turned up. Them. I did not trust them but I tolerated on the grounds of honour and neutrality. They honoured my ways by watching and not participating, though their watching was also a concern sometimes...especially when the energies ran low. Usually with the consumption of alcohol over two standard drinks.
So.. This in all is what the club was about. I never grew tired off what I saw, what I still do see and... if I may... what will yet to come.
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