xMidnightDemonx

We Danced The bar was empty of it's usual crowd of angry drunks and noisy people. It was silent, Dimly lit, and it was closed. It was just how Vincent Valentine liked it.  He stepped into the moonlight and crossed over to the bar stool. He wasn't tired, and the thought of sitting alone to think for awhile about everything that had happened with Deep-ground only a few ago sounded quiet pleasant to him. He pushed his long, bedraggled, scarlet cape away as he sat on the worn black leather of the seat. His eyes automatically fell on the half curtained window, taking comfort in the bright moon just visible through the stained glass. "