I'm bringin' sexy back
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Them other fuckers don't know how to act
Sometimes the stress of dealing with infected sisters and single exes and an invaded city and everything else gets to be too much.
Sometimes even a try-hard idiot like Koa deserves a night off.
The bar wasn't quite as bumping when he'd slid in two hours earlier, but nightfall turns the Silk Houses into a different beast. By the time he's finished third drink the space had filled with nighttime revelers; now it's full enough to burst, and the dancefloor is starting to pop off. Koa watches it with amusement, copper eyes glittering in the pulsing light. Many are the nights that would have found him in the middle of that crowd, dancing with the confident abandon exclusively found in those who are young and hot and relish both.
Nursing his fourth drink and a comfortable buzz, Koa finds himself quite content to enjoy the people-watching from his corner of the bar. And if his gaze is shifting automatically to every blonde head that appears among the milling crowd, it's not because he's looking for anyone in particular. Tonight is not for dwelling on the women who haunt his life like horny, poorly-timed ghosts. It's for relaxing, and having fun, and....
...wait, he knows that blonde.
Sometimes even a try-hard idiot like Koa deserves a night off.
The bar wasn't quite as bumping when he'd slid in two hours earlier, but nightfall turns the Silk Houses into a different beast. By the time he's finished third drink the space had filled with nighttime revelers; now it's full enough to burst, and the dancefloor is starting to pop off. Koa watches it with amusement, copper eyes glittering in the pulsing light. Many are the nights that would have found him in the middle of that crowd, dancing with the confident abandon exclusively found in those who are young and hot and relish both.
Nursing his fourth drink and a comfortable buzz, Koa finds himself quite content to enjoy the people-watching from his corner of the bar. And if his gaze is shifting automatically to every blonde head that appears among the milling crowd, it's not because he's looking for anyone in particular. Tonight is not for dwelling on the women who haunt his life like horny, poorly-timed ghosts. It's for relaxing, and having fun, and....
...wait, he knows that blonde.
Koa Carpenter
If that's your girl, better watch your back
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
'Cause she'll burn it up for me, and that's a fact
