The Party Begins
11 P.M., Saturday, November 6, 2117
Red Circle Nightclub
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Usually, the entrance to the Red Circle was marked, by, well, a red circle. Specifically, a glowing red neon circle emblazoned with bright confidence above its wide, tinted glass doorway.
Whenever this circle lit red in the weekends, it promised a good time whether through night life partying or under the table illegal business deals.
Tonight, though, the red circle was lit wholly green. Even the red carpet leading into the nightclub had been replaced with an emerald green, gold tasseled carpet. A line of diverse people funneled out from the doors, waiting to step inside.
From an immediate glance, anyone could tell that everyone waiting in this line had blood on their hands. Many of them were dressed up in emerald themed suits and dresses, but beyond that finery, it was easy to tell from sharp, predatory gazes, visible scars, calloused hands, and weaponized cybernetics that everyone here knew what combat looked like.