Open log - The Candlelight Club

[una_persson]

Who: Everyone and anyone. Talk to Una, talk amongst yourselves, flirt, bicker—your choice.
What: Just an ordinary night out for the good people of West End.
Where: the Candlelight Club, a small, not-very-skeevy cabaret that (like many, though not all others in town) is a sort of neutral zone for the various law enforcement and criminal operations. (The owner will not take anyone's shit and has been known to throw people out for being jerks.)
When: A night in early fall.

An evening at the Candlelight Club usually started with some kind of a comedy act, or maybe a magician, to warm up the crowd. Then Miss Persson came on and sang; she always finished with "Someone to Watch Over Me". And after her was the act that a lot of the men came for—the fan dancers, Trudie, Suzie, and Lucie. (Una was fairly certain those weren't their real names, but she got along with them reasonably well. Though she never told them she had been a Ziegfeld girl; Lucie's envy in particular would have been too much to bear.)

While the dancers came on and did their burlesque, Miss Persson made her way out into the club to chat, socialize, and charm. If it so happened that people were doing careful sleight-of-hand with flasks under the tables, neither she nor anyone else noticed, or admitted to noticing.