Ragos Terrek
a.k.a. Ghost
It was madness! Lights flashed in rhythmic patterns. First red, then yellow, then blue, interjected with periods of darkness. Music thumped so loud it shook your teeth and rattled your bones. Conversation was impossible, it was even too loud to think. The assembled mass of bodies knew there was no other choice. No other option…just dance.
So they did for hours, beings from all over the planet moved and grooved with each other, forgetting their problems or their worries or whatever and just letting go, allowing themselves to lose whatever inhibition they may have brought with them.
Exiting the mass of bodies and placing themselves at the bar was a young man with dark skin and emerald green eyes. He wore bright red varactyl skin boots, black polythin pants that fan out wide at the ankles, and a black polythin shirt that had a v-shaped opening that went to the top of his muscular chest.
His head and chest glistened with sweat while he tried to get the bartender droid’s attention.
R Ryala Serona
So they did for hours, beings from all over the planet moved and grooved with each other, forgetting their problems or their worries or whatever and just letting go, allowing themselves to lose whatever inhibition they may have brought with them.
Exiting the mass of bodies and placing themselves at the bar was a young man with dark skin and emerald green eyes. He wore bright red varactyl skin boots, black polythin pants that fan out wide at the ankles, and a black polythin shirt that had a v-shaped opening that went to the top of his muscular chest.
His head and chest glistened with sweat while he tried to get the bartender droid’s attention.
R Ryala Serona