<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Chilanowa/Jade</div><div class="spoiler_body">The interior of the club in the penumbra was, rather strangely, utterly dominated by the weaver.  Pattern spiders raced about, reinforcing an area that already seemed to have a fully defined spirit shadow.  A couple of weak wyrm spirits scuttled about, but they were little more than cockroaches in comparison to the overwhelming weaver presence.  Otherwise there was little of note.  None of the people seemed to have much of a presence, and there was little in the way of life otherwise.  </div></div><br/><br/>The bartender, an attractive woman dressed in a rather skimpy red bikini that was, judging by the devil's horns, supposed to be a costume and not a swimsuit, motioned at Delaney that she had seen her, but continued a discussion with another customer.<br/><br/>The woman in the flower dress glances in Delaney's direction, but doesn't immediately speak.  She takes a sip from a drink that looks to be straight water, then shakes her head.  When the bartender wanders over, she orders a pair of tequila shots.  When they arrive, she lifts them and places them in front of Delaney even as she speaks on a low voice.<strong>"One hundred, cash."</strong>Her hands are still on the shot glasses, making sure Delaney can't take them and leave without a scene.