The Night Grows Late

Blavin, Niack and Gens are on a night out in Trenoville. As they're arguing over the fact that Papa's jambilaya Jamboreen has been closed back up, time stops. A massive figure with a long shimmering scarf walks towards them before disappearing. They put a note in your hand, wink at you and then vanish. The blood stains have been drenched over with new fresh margaritas stains. It does not leave much of the imagination. I'm sort of a stripper.