“Blue moon… you saw me standing
alone. Without a dream in my heart. Without a love of my own,” the
radio crooned, the classic song’s lyrics echoing around the
virtually empty bar. Smoke still saturated the air of the small
building, darkness pierced only in places by the glare of electric
lights. A lone figure sat at the bar, back obscured by the brown
leather of a duster. A green paw rested on the bar, lone claw tapping
against a chipped glass full of amber liquid.
The bar was empty bes
Dining on Dragon
By: Cainiam
Favorited: 7 years ago