Satisfaction
The room was crowded with noise and smoke, crowded with people moving
erratically between the tables, from one end of the long bar to the other. Not
the best restaurant in town, not the worst; good for food, better for pickups.
Every town had a place like it, even small, boring towns like this, off in the
back corners of Ranea.
Gren’s gang had been here most of the night. They usually were,
especially on the first night of the weekend. Gren was a tall, muscular human,
dark in hair, skin and temperment. Like most of his friends, his physical age
was ahead of his emotional one: handsome enough to impress the girls, strong
enough to impress the boys, not wise enough to use either talent well. The
group around him was a ragtag bunch, hitting all sizes, shapes, and most of the
races, from furred to scaly. Together they roamed like a school of sharks
searching for appropriate targets. Most of the crowd, intended targets or not,
…End of the part1. To be continued..