Jakob watched from a distance as a boy no older than himself was questioned by the bouncer. The bouncer was massive, a man built like a tank and covered in hair everywhere except on his head. And Jakob could hear the man's loud, hoarse voice despite the fact he himself was stood across the street, leaning against a street corner. Jakob watched as the boy began to make some weird singing noise and fire grew in his hand before the bouncer granted him entry. He looked around the street; there were quite a few lingering people outside of the club even though it was still early, smoking cigarettes and laughing. In one group stood several women, scantily dressed in stark comparison to himself as he wore layers of clothes in defence against the relatively cold British weather. He wondered how they weren't cold when one turned her head towards Jakob. She was tall and had long black hair which fell down around her petite shoulders, with one dark strand that fell around her pale face. The first thing he noticed was the woman's dark red lipstick; until she smiled to reveal a tiny pair of fangs protruding from her gums. She winked one eye, and he could have swore her eyes were red from a distance.
Feeling flushed as the women walked away and the bouncer quickly peeled away to allow them inside, Jakob realised that everyone on this street was probably a supernatural. He pushed his body off of the building he was leaning against and stood at the end of the street where the adjacent roads met. He stepped onto the street. A shiver ran up his spine, and his shoulders shook a little. He took another step backwards and forward again. The same thing. The street must have been enchanted - perhaps a strong perception filter spell. Interesting. Jakob thought. He didn't think that sort of magic existed. Then again, he didn't really know what was possible when it came to magic. This is why you're here. Jakob reminded himself. He wanted to be so much more than a bastard wizard who killed his mother, who could only manage parlour tricks.
He took in a deep breath of the cold air and moved towards the bouncer who protected the small, unassuming door which led down towards Underworld.
"Hey." Jakob smiled, trying to sound relaxed. He could feel the eyes of some nearby men smoking bear down on him, most likely judging whether he would be granted entrance. There was something nerve-wrecking about this place. He had been into a couple of bars before, but at least they were full of humans. These people were his equals and superiors, many of which could tear him apart with their bare hands. Creatures that had lived a hundred times his life.
The bouncer began by checking Jakob was old enough and asking if he was sure he wanted to enter.
"Of course." Jakob replied. He expected the bouncer to ask that he perform the same test as the other boy, but he simply waved him through. "Cheers." Jakob nodded, stepping through. He moved carefully down the slippery stairs of a dark-red illuminated cramped staircase, the walls of which were covered in old posters and tacky stuffed animal heads insidiously illuminated by the lights. As he passed by the heads, some came to life and tiredly watched him pass whereas others grunted or neighed. Was everything in here enchanted?
Taking no time to stop and take in his surroundings, Jakob handed in his multiple layers of clothes and some cash to an amused looking young man who stood at a counter near the door. "Cold out I'm guessing?" He smiled, taking the cash as Jakob's clothes floated off onto some hangers.
"Yes. Pretty cold. Your country has foul weather." Jakob replied, hoping his German accent wasn't too obvious. He thanked the man and moved across to the bar, which seemed to be made entirely of thick panels of glass and glowing with red light. Whether it was magic or some lights below the bar, he couldn't tell. He handed over some more cash and got his drink, where he sat at the bar and got a good view of the place. As he looked around the place, he noticed a damp flyer on the bar in front of him.