Three Pearls Nightclub
Pearls, as it is called, is a popular evening destination for Waterdhavians, offering stand-up comics, trained animal acts, illusionists recitals, bards, orators, and exotic dancing. Its name comes from its purchase price. When the owner of the tavern that stood here (the Black Buckler) decided sourly hed lost his last gold piece pouring ale down parched throats and offered to sell the place to anyone who'd give him the price of a meal, one of his own dancers stopped up on the stage, tore off three black pearls - nearly all she was wearing - and threw them to him, claiming the place as her own. The dancer, Halidara Urinshoon, is seldom on stage these days. She's too busy eating chocolates and drinking amberjack sherry in North Ward while her riches pile up.
Almost every evening, crowds stream up Pearl Alley to the Three Pearls, except on nights when a guild or other large group rents it for a meeting or for private entertainment. Typically it rents out at prices ranging from 50 sp for the space to 100 sp for the space and shows thrown in, cash up front.
The Place
The Three Pearls is now one huge room (plus jakes, opening off a cloak hall down one side). It has a low ceiling and is usually hot and smoky. Stout low-backed wooden benches radiate outwards from the raised central stage, which is lit from above and has a ramp entrance up into its center via trapdoor from below. The central stage has a conical raised ceiling above it, complete with a retractable circular staircase and drop ropes for dramatic entrances.
The Prospect
On the stage of the Pearl, men have raised armies, women have raised eyebrows, and everything from yeti through trolls have made jaws drop, bellies shake with helpless laughter, and hands itch to hurl things. On a typical night, comics alternate with dancers, musicians, and acting troupes - often presenting satirical ballads or sketches related to recent city events. More than once Piergeiron or Khelben has been portrayed as a buffoon, to the audiences great amusement.
The Provender
The Three Pearls offers finger food (hot sausages inside crisp-fried buns, pickles, and cream-coated fruit, all at 2 cp/serving), and drink - lots and lots of drink. Drinks are served in light clay cups that can't be thrown too far or do much damage.
A special, advertised attraction shouted out by boys at the door and on nearby streets, when available, is monster fare, such as baked stirge on toast, roast manticore, or wyvern steaks. These rarities command high prices, sometimes going for up to 7 sp/serving. Folk buy them mainly so that they can casually claim for the rest of their lives, as a conversation-crusher, to have eaten such and such.
The People
Too many performers of note nave trod the stage at Pearls to list them here, from the fabled bard Mintiper to the orator Phaeros Forktongue of Baldurs Gate.
The owner of the Pearls seldom visits her gold mine these days, but meets daily with the manager to book acts and plan publicity.
The manager, Xandos Waeverym, is known as "the Dandy" around Waterdeep: a dapper, strutting little popinjay of a man, pompous and comical - but deeply committed to entertaining, and with a keen sense of humor and a reading for what the public will go for. He oversees a staff of 14 bouncers, 16 run-and-shout street boys, 12 dancers, and a house bard (currently Zalanthess-daughter-of-Zalanthar, an accomplished singer and harpist from Neverwinter).
The Prices
There is a 3 cp cover charge at the door (4 to 5 cp on some special nights), and everything inside costs extra. In addition to the food, beer goes for 1 cp/cup, house wine (very bad) for 2 cp/cup, good wine for 1 tp/tallglass, and zzar for 4 tp/tallglass.
Patrons can also buy peering glasses, which are curved glass lenses that magnify things for those far from the action, for 2 sp each. Hurl birds are also for sale for 2 cp/each to throw at the stage to register disapproval or pleasure. These small hollow clay spheres are weighted with dried beans for good throwing and are covered with glued-on feather scraps gathered from nearby fowl-pluckers. They are too light to damage more than the dignity of performers.
Patrons also tend to spend coins by throwing them at the stage. There are no rooms for rent, and cloak storage is free. Outer garb is watchfully guarded while stored against thieves and pranksters, though patrons can pay - usually 1 tp/message - the guards to slip a message parchment into a particular garment in order to pass notes.
There are three private boxes. These look down through windows in the ceiling at its edge where the conical central roof peak begins to rise. These small rooms can each hold up to 10 people crammed together, and can be rented for 10 sp/evening. These have long waiting lists.
A fourth private box is reserved by the nightclub for its own use, and is often offered for free to Piergeiron or Khelben if they show up to take in an evenings fare. These two personages usually donate 25 sp or more to the clubs coffers, but other dignitaries may give nothing.