Something strange is happening in the freehold. Since I’m not a member, I don’t know what it is. The band was preparing for another night, and a sidhe I’ve not seen before came in with Mikail and Katrina. Mikail was carrying a large trunk, and immediately disappeared with it. The sidhe and Katrina went back to the office, and then the sidhe left. Oh well. It’s not any of my business.
Katrina came out, and asked me to go ahead and give the band the night off, and to get them out of the club. Even more strange. We were contracted. She assured me that it wasn’t anything that we had done; she was just going to close the club for the night. So, I did what was asked. I took the band out for some club hopping of their own. After about 3 different bars, we came to a ritzy little place, I don’t even know where. A man approached me and started buying me drinks. At first, he didn’t bother me. I’m used to this sort of thing, after all. But the more drinks he bought, the more pointed his questions became. He started asking me about Wildwood, which since it’s a well-known establishment, I didn’t hesitate to answer the more commonly known facts. But it was when he started asking me about “blue people,” and a “goat woman” that I started to realize this human might know more than he should. I tried to brush off his questions, and then said that I needed to find my band. He said he thought he saw them leave about half an hour ago. I told him I needed to leave, and that I would call a cab. He insisted he could drive me, but I was not having that. I might be a satyr, and I might be a wild partier, but I’m not stupid. I insisted on the cab. Right when I got to the cab door, everything went black.