Where: The Playpen Who: Danny Anderson & @hardlygclden When: Wednesday night - 7 PM What: Danny and Nate had a long working relationship and when it come out that Nate was in town, dan figured it was time to reconnect and catch up.
It was odd to be at the Playpen this early - the club running well into the night but, with the new curfew, even this business had to adjust. The club vibrated with the base of the music and each inhale brought the musky scent of scent and whatever scent was uniquely Playpen. He didn’t want to think about what that was. Scantly dressed women walked around and predatory men watched and stalked. Blue eyes scanned through the crowd, taking into account every person who was in the building. He was glad his girl wasn’t scheduled tonight, it was probably best. One, he’d be more distracted with watching the hands of every son of bitch that near her and trying to not cause a scene. Secondly, Sofia knew what he did for a living, but his less ethical jobs were kept under wraps. Anything associated with the name Nathaniel Von implicated it wasn’t good.
He sipped at his whiskey, tapping his fingers impatiently against the table. It was seven and Danny needed to get out of here soon - before the curfew hit. The town was being pretty serious about the whole thing. Finally spotting Nate, Danny brought a hand up for a wave, grinning at the other. “Shit - how long has it been?” It was his greeting, motioning for the other to take a seat. “What’s new, Nate?”












