Fangtasia - for Emcee
Jun. 7th, 2015 08:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onceavikingThe door leads to Eric's office.
It is small and cramped and crowded, filled with stacks of papers and a few crates stacked up against a wall.
The sounds of the club is filtering through. A deep, pounding bass is the most noticeable, drowning out most of the rest of the music.
He leans over the desk and produces a dark red piece of paper. A ticket. He scrawls something at the bottom and hands it to her.
"You can slip out through the back door here and then you'll just have to walk around the building to get to the entrance."
It is small and cramped and crowded, filled with stacks of papers and a few crates stacked up against a wall.
The sounds of the club is filtering through. A deep, pounding bass is the most noticeable, drowning out most of the rest of the music.
He leans over the desk and produces a dark red piece of paper. A ticket. He scrawls something at the bottom and hands it to her.
"You can slip out through the back door here and then you'll just have to walk around the building to get to the entrance."
