Cory Hudson

You meander out of the business district, the buildings remain dense around you but there is no longer the sterility of the expansive office buildings. In their place, bars and clubs spring up thrumming with activity late in the evening. The further you walk, the less the clubs seem to sparkle and shine, the louder and more rambunctious the revellers become. You get the feeling that the club goers are high on more than spirits, and you receive more than a few solicitations from scantily clad women.
You travel further and eventually reach dirty litter-strewn streets, the lights flickering. The sounds of the city feel long behind. Standing in the intersection of two streets under a sputtering light, you check the time.
He should be due any moment.
Several metres away, a man steps out of shadows, that couldn’t possibly have hidden him.
He is slight, pale and has platinum blonde spiked hair that reminds you of an era of rap-rock or nu-metal. Dressed in black cargo pants, a black tank top and a shiny black padded jacket, he wears a couple of white gold earrings in one ear and a matching thick white gold chain.
Coarsely, he offers you any number of highs, but if your up for something special, and willing to pay he could offer more…

Current Location

Entertainment Quarter