Gluk, Stock, and Two Smoking Lasers
Ring of Kafrene
Kafrene Asteroid Belt
Hind End of Nowhere
After a certain point, grimy neon kills your eyes and stops being fun. That's inarguable even if your blood's a slurry of ryll and giggledust and you spend half your waking hours in backalley nightclubs. None of the above applied to Jerec, except for the eye pain and the total lack of fun, so he wound his way through said backalley clubs wearing very dark glasses.
"I wear my sunglasses at night," he mumbled, off-key and off-tempo compared to the pounding electronica, "so I can so I can-"
The rest of the lyrics sailed over his head with a bottle of problematic lum. Someone was getting stupid, and of all places to be, Jerec found himself at ground zero. He wrapped his nondescript coat a little tighter and shuffled the rest of the way to the bar, stinking of bad booze.
"Hi, I'm here to see-"
Kafrene Asteroid Belt
Hind End of Nowhere
After a certain point, grimy neon kills your eyes and stops being fun. That's inarguable even if your blood's a slurry of ryll and giggledust and you spend half your waking hours in backalley nightclubs. None of the above applied to Jerec, except for the eye pain and the total lack of fun, so he wound his way through said backalley clubs wearing very dark glasses.
"I wear my sunglasses at night," he mumbled, off-key and off-tempo compared to the pounding electronica, "so I can so I can-"
The rest of the lyrics sailed over his head with a bottle of problematic lum. Someone was getting stupid, and of all places to be, Jerec found himself at ground zero. He wrapped his nondescript coat a little tighter and shuffled the rest of the way to the bar, stinking of bad booze.
"Hi, I'm here to see-"
