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Post by Bartholomew Malaki on May 5, 2007 9:25:55 GMT 10
Bartholomew was standing behind his bar in the quiet hours of the mid morning cleaning glasses and positioning them on a rack for usage later that night. The previous night had been a lot more subdued then weekends prior, though the turn out had been enough to keep the cover as a club for pure bloods. It was a known fact among anyone who understood what was needed to run a business; that Bloodlust should have closed down some time ago due to lessening traffic flow as the ages moved on. People seemed less and less tolerant for the clubs blatant prejudice against muggle borns and half-breeds.
Bartholomew considered this as he continued to clean. He knew that opening the club to others would give him a whole knew line of customers, but then he would lose those he already had, and Oniada had told him not to do anything that would draw attention to himself. It was always just the businessman inside him that nudged him to care more for his families business.
He looked up as he felt the presence of another. Knowing no one else should be in the club this morning he was sure that his wand was close at hand should he need it. He didn’t make any sudden movements though; continuing to clean the glass in his hand before propping it in the rack along side the others; waiting, he knew whoever was here would have to make themselves known sooner or later.
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