From the outside, the Estis Diner blended in with the other buildings of downtown Texarkana, down to the very ordinary light up sign that said Estis Diner in block letters. The music could be vaguely heard from outside. thwaps and taps of a drum circle emerged from the building like the pounding of bass coming out of a rave. It posed as a good warning to any with heightened hearing to turn it off or prepare for a headache.
Inside was like the stepping back in time. From the dirty wooden floors, to the candles providing the only form of light. The only signs of the modern age was the fact that the dishes were spotless, and the names on the barrels behind the counter were of modern beer. The smell of fire roasted meat, sweet wines, and stew filled the air, only thinly masking the scent of blood. The music had a more modern beat and feel to it, but every instrument was appropriate for the time period, except that it came from hidden speakers around the room.
The bar was to the left as soon as you entered the room. To the right was a collection of tables. There was an archway straight ahead, providing a glimpse of a long gothic wooden table and chairs. At the end of the bar, next to the back room, were the bathroom. The first room was two stories open to the ceiling, which held an ornate and long chandelier. Over the back room was an open balcony with a few more tables. The stairs to it were just inside the back room.
There were four people in the bar. A young set of twins, busy sweeping the floor as they danced to the music. they were boy and girl, both with long black hair flowing behind them. Their clothes were as black as their hair, but sparked like stars in the night sky. Their dance was sporadic, but the way they moved showed they could easily be professionals.
Another man sat on the balcony, sipping at a glass of wine as he watched the twins, and then the newcomers. He was dressed in a black an shiny blue business suit, tapping his finger on a briefcase he had sitting on the table to the music.
The last person was the bartender. He was dressed in a formal medieval outfit, and was wiping down the bar. His sharp Irish accent was instantly apparent as he spoke. "Ya late! I expected y'all half an hour ago."