Devil Do

As much as Adam would have loved to stay in the pub for the rest of his stay in wherever the fuck this was, he had to get going and try to find a way out. Whatever the odd girl he'd met in the Rathskellar had told him, she was one person, and he knew better than anybody: you couldn't trust just one account. If anybody had ever trusted just him, he pitied them. He headed out via the temple and walked right into...fucking hell, that was a big bird. He stared at the Sparkbird for a while trying to work out if it was real or not. Was that always there? Why weren't people paying that much attention to it? Was it going to eat people? Adam swung about to see if anyone else was paying attention to the massive bird on fire in the middle of the town. He'd never heard of this in any of the many, many bar songs he knew. He landed eyes on a man stood by, dressed in a long dark coat. The man seemed pretty indifferent at the bird (certainly wasn't gaping at it and occasionally pointing like Adam was) so Adam assumed he had to know what was going on. And if he understood...this, maybe he could guide Adam on back home. "Hey, mate?" He asked with a wave, stepping towards him. "Is this uh...bird...thing...meant to be here? You know what the fuck it is? And um, whats this town called? I think I musta had a right wild night, last thing I remember is working then I'm in a bar." It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten quite literally black out drunk. ADAM maybe i'm my own greatest fear maybe i'm too scared to admit that i might not be as dark as i think maybe i'm not the person that i never wanted to be