Chapter 43 - VIP Booths that Can Hide All Manner of Sins (Patreon)

I leaned back in the large horseshoe shaped booth and quietly laughed a little. It wasn’t exactly my style, but it was certainly fun and far better than being dead after your ship’s matter had interacted with an antimatter universe and created an explosion lightyears in diameter. The more I thought about it, the harder I laughed, which obviously broke whatever notice-me-not magic Q had placed on me because suddenly everyone was glancing my way, though staring at me was probably the better way to describe it. If it wasn’t so cliché, I’d almost describe it as a record scratch where the music suddenly stopped and everyone turned to look at the newcomer who had just walked into a bar, before turning back on again.