A Club in Montreal, Friday Night

Washington had been a bust, or so Jean-Paul had declared, and so Lulu found herself not only in another city, but another country entirely: Canada, more specifically Montreal, thanks to the Jean-Paul flying express. He was taking her, he had said, to one of his old haunts, and though the music and atmosphere seemed, to her inexperienced eyes and ears, to be much the same as the clubs they'd left behind in Washington, there was something subtly different here, both the city as a whole and the club in particular.

"This is nice," Lulu said, over the pounding baseline, as she and Jean-Paul came into the club. Somehow, her voice almost seemed to cut through it. "Would you like something to drink?"


[OOC: For the partner-in-boy-seeking. NFI and NFB due to distance. Jean-Paul modded with permission.]