<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10px;">Adrian looked across his club quietly, contemplating the mixed crowd with a sort of detatched interest. Humans, lycans, and other immortals of various types filled the dance floor. As the owner of Club Silver he had the charge of effecting his business in any manner he chose. However as a typical rule he let his underlings do that for him. He had far more important matters to deal with. So the dancers, bartenders, and various staff of his merely saw him as the guy who you never screw up around. Other than that he was rarely IN the club to bother them. Most of the time, He was above it. The club was 3 floors of a 5 story building. The first two floors were for the general public. The 3rd floor was for staff only. The 4th floor was for the various immortals who called this place home. And the 5th floor was where Adrian lived with his wife. All others entered only as ordered....or under the risk of death.<br/><br/>Rising from one of the VIP booths he walked to a dark corner where one of his immortal staff members had gotten his attention. He told him that another building had been blown up, and that the calling card that had been left behind fingered The Ace of Swords. He chuckled knowing very well who that was and merely waved him off. Ah wonderful, another discussion about blowing up his buildings. Those discussions had turned into a private joke.....shaking his head he looked over to one of the guests who was being not so gentlemanly with one of the dancers. He was gratified to see that his bouncers however quickly took care of that problem. Shaking his head he tugged at the collar of his opened silk shirt. This place was always too warm for him. He much preferred the cooler temperature of his home a few stories above. He sighed quietly and moved over to say goodnight to his more important guests. Before going up to his personal floor. <br/><br/>He had to pass several guards on the way, as getting to the 5th floor required one to ride on a staff only elevator, before getting to the private elevator reserved for immortals and the humans who served them. But not one of them asked for a ID card or even paused to scan him. They knew him by sight, and by feel. Their private residence was made up of four distinct rooms. The largest was of course the area they oft times entertained guests in. Living room if you will. The second largest was situated in the back corner and was the bedroom shared by himself and his wife. The next two rooms were both of equal size. One was his, the other hers. His was a training room, with weapons of all sorts on the walls. And hers was far beyond him. While smart he was nowhere near as smart as her. And he had conceded that a long time ago. With a chuckle he rid himself of the silk shirt and hung it in his closet....before grabbing a bo staff and starting a intricate form.....<br/><br/></span>