The Trap Sprung
The group of them made their way into the establishment past the two large doormen, and stopped in the 'foyer', calling it that was generous. They could smell stale wine, ale and sweat so thickly they could almost taste it. Scarlett grinned at the uncomfortable looks her companions shared and gave a thumbs up signal with her hand while rolling her eyes slightly.
"I grew up in places like this guys," she took the lead and bushed the beaded curtain which led them into the area which contained a front desk and a few threadbare couches. "Follow me, nobody here really wants to be recognized, so everyone usually just minds their own business. Lily, do you have a fix still?"