• The bar was dark, thick with smoke. About her, losers and loners, bent over their drinks. Old music played, but nothing too obnoxious—ancient shit from the twentieth century, some moron’s idea of cool, black plastic key- board dance crap—but really, nothing too bad, nothing too loud. And up until five seconds ago the bar had [...]

November 18, 2009
Categories: EXIT VECTOR . . Author: Drax . Comments: Comments Off