Lady A: Hello everyone and welcome to Sparkling Crimson! This lovely piece is the prequel to the soon-to-be arriving Star Trek / Doctor Who crossover story called The Carmine Conundrum. I'm trying something different with this prequel because frankly, it gets a little long. With that being said, I have decided to set this up as a series of drabbles. Now I have never done drabbles before so please bear with me and don't worry, TCC will be more story format than drabble format...hopefully. On with the lunacy!
Part I – Paradise City
It was loud, it was flashy, and it was packed, but that was a given considering it was Club Roulette, the number one dance club and drinking establishment on the planet. Dozens, if not hundreds, of people were scattered like confetti across the spacious, three floored dance club. This particular club catered to all; whether wealthy or poor, local or off worlder, no matter their species or gender.
The first floor was primarily the dance floor. The stage was a diamond shape with one point sticking out slightly to offer a more centralized and attention grabbing view. Lining the walls on either side of the dance floor were the well tended and well traversed bars and bar stools.
Unlike other planets, there were no restrictions on what kinds of beverages could be served and it has been said to have any and all forms of alcohol from all across the entire galaxy. This fact had yet to be proven because new drinks were commonly created by the bartenders or by the customers themselves on an almost nightly basis.
The second floor consisted mostly of tables, a café or two, and several different forms of recreational activities; though not all of them could be considered legal. The second floor also boasted an excellent view of the floor below, offering a tantalizing view of the stage as well as allowing customers a more than fair vantage point to check out the competition on the dance floor.
The third and highest floor required its customers to be of the more wealthy or influential nature in order to gain admittance. It was the quietest of the three floors and was very much like a private lounge. This floor offered certain amenities and other favorable incentives that could not be offered anywhere else in the club. Very few people could afford entry to this floor, so the staff referred to it as the VIP floor and it was often considered to be invite only.
Lady A: And that's it for Part I – Paradise City. Coming Soon: Part II – Trouble in Paradise!