Pushing through the big swinging doors from the back bar will enter you into another world. You'll be standing on a platform that has metal stairs descending into the usual tight mass of writhing bodies, moving to music so loud it feels like it physically touches you when you enter.

The club is almost always heaving. Permanently dark, Constantinople runs on the principal that there's no such time as bedtime, and there's definitely no such time as time to end the party.

It's huge. And amidst the drinking, dancing and laughter, there is sex, torture and murder going on.

Don't miss the famous bloodbath! Innocents that have been killed get hung from the ceiling with their throats slit to drip vital fluid into a large metal trough. Plastic cups provided.

There are small passages from the club to other locations in this huge establishment.

::Birmingham shimmers in - through the back - with Dean. They're in the position they left the alley in. Smutty, seductive and sexy. Birmingham's usual entrance to this energetic club. She lets go of Dean with a wide grin and thrusts her purse into the waiting hands of a minion who was instructed to wait right there for her arrival.::

"Party on!"

::Dean immediately opens his mouth. The heat in here! He turns to eye the back wall. The bodies are hard to make out. Hell, the first time he saw them, he could've sworn they were dummies. He's not even sure if they still might be. He unbuttons his shirt and grins at Birmingham, immediately finding himself caught up in the sway of the crowd.::

"That's hot!"

::Birmingham winks, though she knows there's no way Dean heard what she said. You just can't hear anything in here. Ever. She points towards the stairs. She's going to go up and wait for their new friend.::

::Dean nods, already wrapping his fingers around the hips of a tight little warlock girl with a head of dark curly hair that she's whipping around like it's some kind of weapon.::

::Smiling at how easily Dean is settling into his new life - and reflecting that, hey, she doesn't even know his name (oh well), Birmingham squeezes herself free and clanks up the stairs, walking out to the back bar.::

::Dean moves his knee a little until the brunette yields to him, then ducks his head down for the connection. Mouth to mouth. His eyes are closed and they move to the music, part of the eternal body of life in this unsleeping room.::

::Three demons forcefully carry a living, writhing man through the crowds and then set him on his feet. He clearly doesn't belong here. He looks scared out of his wits. As if from nowhere, a syringe needle is thrust into his neck and its contents injected. The man's eyes roll back and he collapses. He's taken away.

The party continues. This sort of thing happens all the time.::

::Birmingham enters the room, flanked by the gorgeous, devilishly handsome Lucas Morgenstern. She can only really grin at him; the music is so loud it's just impossible to hear anyone.::

::The music hits Luke by surprise, wondering how these doors were able to block so much of this sound from the bar. He decides to believe that they are state-of-the-art doors and just leaves it like that. Luke raises his voice so that he can attempt to respond to Birmingham.::

"THIS PLACE IS AMAZING!"

"WHAT?"

::B'ham screams back, but it's kinda pointless. She turns and looks at her date (yes!) properly, her eyes on his lips.::

"NEVER MIND!"

::Luke says fruitlessly, realizing that he can hear a word she's saying despite her being right next to him. He descends the stairs with the supposed-famous demon, intent on making the most of the party down below.::

::Birmingham waves her greetings at, oh, just about everyone. She slides her hand across the small of Luke's back once they're at the bottom.::

(He's lapping it up. A B C.)

::Luke just plays along since he doesn't know any of these people. He's looking for some drinks. At this point, it really doesn't matter to him if he stops or not given the amount he's already had. As long as it leads to fun, Luke doesn't care.::

::Dean, now dancing with a different girl, notices their arrival and smiles, giving them a nod of acknowledgement.::

::Quite a lot of the clubbin' demons leave, going down one of the passages. They're going to the arena is why.::

::Luke turns his head briefly at the departing demons. Why are they leaving all of a sudden? He just got here!::

(I don't smell... do I?)

::He sniffs the air to confirm that he doesn't smell. Luke has yet to acknowledge Dean.::

::Birmingham isn't sure why people are leaving either, but she has a job to do and she's going to damn well do it until somebody of power tells her otherwise. Grabbing Luke, she turns him to face her and lifts two shots from a tray that a smallish man with horns protruding his temples is carrying around. She hands Luke one and swigs the other down.

Birmingham doesn't usually get drunk. But she's pretty hammered.::

::Luke downs another in all of two seconds. The horns haven't grasped his attention just yet because this tipsy man has a narrow attention span.::

::Now with a grin on her lips, Birmingham takes one of Luke's hands and twirls beneath it, her blonde hair lifting slightly from her shoulders as her body rises and falls with the beat of the music.::

::Luke follows suit, that is, he gives into the seductive guiles of Birmingham and the equally intoxicating music.::

::Closeby, a warlock has begun to creep towards the dancing pair. His face is set in a grim expression and his right hand clutches a syringe. He weaves past revellers, his eyes on his target: the whitelighter.::

::Birmingham sees the warlock, but her gaze flicks away instantly. She beams at Luke and slides her tongue across her lips, mouthing to him.::

"That's hot!"

::Luke is finding this incredibly hot and leans his face into Birmingham's. He roughly pulls the demon closer, teasing her a bit in order to gauge her reactions.::

::Oh, she likes it. A devilish look arises on Birmingham's face and she tilts her head downwards, looking up at Luke with wicked, mischievous eyes.::

::Luke's quest for fun meets another landmark as he starts macking on the demonic heiress.::

::Sadly, said macking is interrupted by the warlock sliding the needle into Luke's neck and injecting the syringe's contents. It ought to act as a paralysis, but there are other effects that will be brought to light soon...::

::Birmingham jumps back as soon as the warlock makes his move, not wanting Luke to bleed on her if anything goes wrong.::

::Luke flinches back from the sharp, but brief pain in his neck. He touches the site of injection, slowly turning his head around to his assailant. The effects of the serum, combined with his alcohol intake and the music, is really taking a toll on his system, prohibiting him from making any profound response.::

"You okay, cowboy?"

::Birmingham frowns at him, keeping her distance. For now - both she and the warlock will catch him when his world blurs into bright colours and he falls.::

::Luke can't hear Birmingham from the blaring music and he's really in no condition to read lips efficiently, or at all, really. The syringe's contents now attack Luke's balance and he struggles to keep himself afoot. For about five seconds. TIMBERRRRRRRRR!::

::The demon rushes forward and catches Luke by one arm.::

::The warlock grabs Luke from behind, the syringe now safely pocketed. Two more help out and, letting Birmingham let go, the three of them hoist the whitelighter up and share the weight amongst them.::

::Luke's vacant eyes take in what's going on, but his brain takes a while to process the happenings. Not that it matters as his body is too numb to do anything about it.::

"Let's goooooooo."

::Smiling, Birmingham raises a finger to the warlocks and indicates they follow. She then leads them all, carrying Luke, to the board room.::

::Dean breaks away from his partner and dashes after them.::