Orig. Sin Lance Casey
May 25th, 2005, 12:37:21 AM
He's walked into this bar so many times before, dressed in a black shirt, black pants and his black leather jacket. Each step, each glance carries a memory. A memory of happy times, lost love, and friends long gone. For Lance Casey, each memory carries with it a sense of darkness. At one point and time, he had a place in this galaxy. That was three and a half years ago. Now, he has no place, no identity, no home. And he could not be happier.
Lance"Bartender, Scotch on the rocks, and make it a double."
Bartender"Here you go."
Casey slides his credits onto the bar and grabs his drink and walks away and takes a seat at a booth.
Lance"Bartender, Scotch on the rocks, and make it a double."
Bartender"Here you go."
Casey slides his credits onto the bar and grabs his drink and walks away and takes a seat at a booth.