Sovereigns - nightclub from hell filled in the majority by narrow-minded, pig-headed, ignorant racists. And that's putting it politely. It's one of those late night places that people go to after a certain time, after a certain large number of drinks have been consumed and after all other options have been exhausted... ie. only when you're plastered enough to be desperate enough to go in there for another drink.
Downstairs is a usually empty-ish bar with lots of slot/gambling machines with gambling addicts hanging off them. Up the stairs is an extremely classy black and white floor, covered in stickiness of an unidentifiable nature, broken glass, ice cubes and alcohol. The bar is a small counter section manned by 2 people; one of which has to be the scariest woman I have ever come across in my life. There are no seats inside (too much like weapons perhaps?) but there is fixed seating outside on a balcony with the edge low enough to tip someone over it. Apparently someone was stabbed and died there a couple of months. Lovely.
As you walk in, the vibe hits you and the urge to run back down the stairs and out the wrought iron gates, past the security that frisk you with a beeper doo-dah for weapons and onto the relative safety of the street. It is male dominated, drunken, aggressive, confrontational and a cattle market kind of vibe... just the place you want to go to. Obviously.
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