Destiny: Book of Light by Paul Allen Page A

stool and sat down.
"Well foggy in here ain't it," a short blocky bar man asked through bloodshot eyes and a cheeky grin. The man appeared to be made from grease. Sweat poured down his face and as he spoke it sprayed from his lips. His hair was deep black and set as if in stone by very expensive smelling hair wax.
    "Ya looks like ye've been working on it all day."
"Aye, sure this is all we ever do, so what will it be there stranger?"
"Can I get a beer, a fog, and the names Sean?"
"Right Sean, I'm Jesuth, well might I recommend our house beer, and house joint?"
"Sure, sure." Sean was already feeling light headed from the smoke in the room. His eyes were irritated too, going bloodshot before the fleck leaf ever kicked in.
    The ale was dry, but it didn't matter. It was the first taste of ale he'd had in longer than he could remember. The fleck leaf was more potent than Sean knew possible, as was the rumours of Roshell. It was said that they genetically modified the fleck plant using technology that nobody else in the world had cared enough about, to put the time into.
    An hour passed and Sean was well on his way. The pints were going down easier now and the smoke clouded his mind giving him a break from the many thoughts screaming in his head. It had been a while since he had smoked too, and he did have to fight paranoia just a little. It was a common side-effect with fleck leaf but the last time Sean had to deal with it would have been when he was a boy. After stocking up on the leaf he decided to retire to a quiet corner of the tavern after spotting a guitar behind the bar.
    It was an old classical guitar, showing many signs of it's age. Despite this it was well looked after and had a fresh set of beautifully woven nylon strings. The melodies flowed from his fingers out into the dense smoke of the room. The guitar had always come naturally to him, and when he was stoned he felt more in tune with the guitar itself, being able to feel the way a song should sound and improvise on demand.
    Pretty soon a crowd had gathered around him. Not your usual rowdy bar crowd, more a group of people appreciating the stoner music. They were in a daze and following the path that he was laying down from his own daze. It became a kind of group understanding. He noticed her among the metronomic nodding of heads. Her hair flow was untamed covering most of her face, but the one eye on show was what caught Seans attention. For a second in the haze of a world that he was in, he nearly had forgotten what had happened, but after the epiphany of reality he decided she could have been her twin.
    Losing himself in the thoughts of her, he snapped a string. The crowd muttered in disgust at the silence now filling the air as they dispersed back into the murky shadows of the smoke filled bar. Sean stayed where he was, watching her going about her night. She seemed to have a glow about her that captured the attentions of all in the bar. She had to fend off the young males in the bar, but did so in such a soft manner that they all left smiling.
    He could picture the words coming from his mouth, a simple "Hi my name is Sean, might I enquire to yours." And then somehow slowly work out if she knew anything about their similarities. But when he finally made it to the stool next to her, steadily being watched by all eyes in the room, it all went wrong. His hands trembled as memories rushed through him in her presence. She noticed. The curious eyes turned to pity as they thought him sinking in the never ending battle to woe Vulita.
    He spoke, "Hi, my name is yours, might I enquire to Seans?" She left out a giggle, "Do you want to try that again?" Her smile warmed Sean as she spoke.
His head went down as he spoke, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to....ugh.....ah."
She helped him out. "It's fine Sean, my name is Vulita." Sean was lost in her eyes as she spoke, and after.
    She extended her hand confidently.
Sean considered taking it, and kissing it so soft that he'd tickle a