Reply by J Catron
JT walked into the club looking as though he'd held up a blazing neon sign stating... "I don't belong here". His simple white button down shirt, his khaki pants and simple sneakers, only his straight black hair, paled complexion, and sunglasses seem to fit at all. He pushes through the crowd with tight, controlled smiles and terse 'excuse me's until he slips up to a less crowded section, near the booths. He draws a slow, controlling breath, and walks toward the bar.
Suddenly, He stops. A face he'd never thought he would see again glowing in the meager illumination of a table lamp.























































































































































































































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