resistance... because if we fight, we might lose
but if we don't fight
The truth is, I'm not just here for Sunny. Sure, keeping an eye on him is a strong motivator these days, but when he haphazardly explained what this little group is I knew I had to get involved. Since the incident Sunjata has been sticking to me like a burr, and there's only so much babysitting and housewifeing I can do before I murder him out of sheer boredom and lingering resentment. If there's some work to be done - work that my skillset might be applicable to - I need to do it. I need to to something, before I snap.
The basement den is surprisingly comfortable, and I find a place at the table, pointedly not settling in beside Sunjata. There are some others here: a tall drink of water sulking in a corner and what I can only assume to be our glorious leader sitting in the front. Warm smiles are given to each in turn, pleasant enough, a little flirtatious. "Pleasure to meet you, gentlemen." My voice is smoky and thickly accented, far more than Sunjata's. "The name's Lusea Kotze."
The basement den is surprisingly comfortable, and I find a place at the table, pointedly not settling in beside Sunjata. There are some others here: a tall drink of water sulking in a corner and what I can only assume to be our glorious leader sitting in the front. Warm smiles are given to each in turn, pleasant enough, a little flirtatious. "Pleasure to meet you, gentlemen." My voice is smoky and thickly accented, far more than Sunjata's. "The name's Lusea Kotze."
we've already lost
LUSEA
