This is the second time that I’ve written something like this. It must be the first paragraph of something longer. I look forward to seeing some development at some point.
Jan 2013: Reworked. Feels much better.
Ferryman, read the neon sign flickering intermittently above the nightclub entrance. The black-clad doorman nodded him in and he carefully felt his way down the uneven steps into what can only be described as a stygian gloom. A conspiracy of pheromones, cigarette smoke, full-bodied perfumes, and the ear-busting refrain of a dirge-like jazz number besieged his senses. He immediately felt at home.