This is a big warehouse converted into a mollkin club. 79% of the folks here are mollks. 21% is human kids excited by the flashy exciting mollkin cultural scene. This place seems like paradise to you, so many free mollkins getting freaky with theyre "spacesuits". The Molk-tease Falcons are playing some mutant jazz wacked up sound goes. The band is good. The drinks are cheap and pretty good. Mollkin Vrosh is real sand in the bottom of his plastic cup traditional style. Between sets you talk to the bass player for the Falcons. He says that you can sit in on a session with them if you like. They are always looking for new talent, and if you suck, they will just throw you off the stage. You agree and they loan you a gas canned that's rigged into a oboe. You get up on stage to show em what you got.