Snippet #2697686

"This is the place?" Michael asked his friends as they approached the front entrance to the low rise apartment building. It was dead from the outside, you couldn't really tell there was a party going on. But, maybe that was the point. The people in attendance couldn't afford any cops hanging around.

"Go in. Take a right and head down to the basement levels." A voice called out from above. "Thanks." Mike said, looking up to see an eerie man clad in a dark blue trench coat. Your typical mob enforcer type. Or assassin.

Either way, he was clearly the gatekeeper. Mike gestured for his people to follow him, heading inside towards the basement. There were a few people from the different mobs scattered throughout the halls. There was some tension in the air, likely because they were keeping eyes on each other as much as they were on the venue.

The steps down into the basement were dark, but eventually one could hear Hip-Hop music playing the further down they went. It was muffled, but it was very clearly there. At the bottom of the steps was a single metal door, a light shining above it and a man in a black suit standing in front of it.

"Michael." He said, "Heston." Mike responded, "Have fun." Heston said, pulling the door open to reveal what appeared to be an underground nightclub.

It was dimly lit, but the room was lit up by lasers, strobes, and black lights giving white and neon paint a certain glow. There were women and men dancing in cages, people dancing, a DJ on a stage, and more than a few drugs floating around.

"Holy shit. I need to get out more." Mike joked, maneuvering his way through the crowd. He laid eyes on Yves and his crews seated in their own huge VIP section with some of the gangsters they were more friendly with. Guys from the Rockford Drive Villains, BSK, even a few Money Gang lieutenants that had arrived before Michael.

"Yo!" Mike called out as he approached, dapping up everyone he knew before moving to take a seat with them. "Impressive, isn't it?" Yves asked, looking towards a woman seated beside him. It was almost as if he was asking her, "No one knows who runs this place, but they do know it's one of the few places we have that are neutral ground." The mob boss continued, turning his gaze on Michael.

"You can drink, get high, and fuck in peace here. Consider this a gift from me to commemorate our alliance. You're part of something bigger now, Michael." Yves said, nodding approvingly to the biker.

"I'm glad to be here." He said, eyes drifting to a woman standing stoically near Yves. He recognized her from somewhere, but he couldn't place it. There was a fire on her eyes, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.