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The GreenRoom Nightclub stood, for the most part, largely unseen by any and all persons wandering aimlessly down the Las Vegas Strip. Nestled away in behind the aging Circus Circus Hotel and Casino, the popular danceclub had been built in a large brick building which was largely overshadowed by the soon to be defunct hotel.
Elian had stood across the street from the Nightclub for quite sometime. His hands remained in his pockets, and the brim of his hat was pulled down low over his brow. There were no windows in the main part of the structure, but from inside he could hear what sounded like Cher. Absolutely no one stood outside and the front doors remained curiously closed.
Leigh had given him some insight as to what lie behind those doors, and although her description was slightly cryptic, Elian was somewhat dubious that whatever he would find inside that building would lead him anywhere. Most in part that whatever it was Leigh told him didn't really fit with what he already knew.
But all the same. It was worth a shot.
( In hindsight, it probably wasn't a great idea. )
Back at the bar, however, the mystical shockwave had pulled Lorne out of his office. He got up from his desk and tore into the main part of the Nightclub and looked around into the confused crowd. "What in the hell was that?" the demon asked Russell. The bartender stood indifferently, drying a tumbler with the rag in his hand.
"Just some punk kids, I think," he said in way of explanation. "But they're gone now. You can go back to work."
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