@thepooridiot liked for a starter!
Unlike many who might use the claim upon entering such an establishment, Esther had actually come to the nightclub solely for the music. Though loud, thumping bass wasn’t her ideal, the musicians in question had an inventive sound that piqued the ghost’s curiosity. She’d been taking sips from the same glass of scotch for twenty minutes--only ordered at all out of obligation.
Though her attention wasn’t solely on the performers of the evening. Someone else among the revelers didn’t seem to be there for a wild night of dancing and foolishness. A man near the bar. Though she only cast wayward glances at him from her seat at an otherwise vacant table, it seemed he was observing--but observing what?
Just what role did he serve to play in the story of this little venue? Or did he intend on being only spectating? With no conscious command to her body, Esther found herself standing, glass still in hand.
“What are you looking for?”