Trisphee - Angry Mule Underground Club

You enter a place that's got this certain worn down look. Brick walls covered in graffiti with the odd cardboard anarchy sign pinned to them. It smells like leather and grease. For a moment you wonder what the plastic "under construction" ribbon tries to tell you. Over the years it has been partly shredded and stomped into the mud. Is anyone still taking care of this property? You can't detect a "for sale" sign, but just judging from the backyard, who would buy such a real estate anyway...

Alright. Granted, it might not look like much, but this is a place for us secondary accounts to meet and mingle. I'm looking to hire an artist who can make the room a bit more appealing, but for now what we have has to do.

Rules:
No mains. Unless your mule stands bail for your behaviour. Your laws don't apply here.
Be respectful. Take your fights elsewhere. We have been second class citizens for so long. Let us stand together instead of divided.
Follow Trisphee's Rules. As always.