Post by emperor on Aug 30, 2007 12:38:20 GMT -5
Emperor stands in the alley behind the lounge. He sees the patrons walking and stumbling into the night with concerned expressions on their faces. The wind brings a cool breeze that sways the tassels on his jacket. He sits himself down and leans against the opposite alley wall, pulling a cigarette from his jacket pocket. There is a tiny spark as his lighter jumps to life, casting a moment's orange firelight against his dirty face, which is mostly obscured beneath his wide hat. A plume of smoke spreads forth from his nostrils, blanketing him in a thin, acrid haze, and Emperor simply sits, waiting and listening, as the cigarette smoke lazily catches a slow ride downwind.