Renfield Draven Krowe, walked outside to light his cigar, he couldn't stand cigarettes cause they stained his teeth, but a cigar would never tarnish his yellow teeth, royal yellow, his life was one of ostracization, and loneliness. The juke joint was serving five dollar shots, and it seem inflation was killing the customers. Market boys would come in and talk the stock game and how the industry was full of suckers losing there shirts on big oil and tech giants. Renfield just sat there wondering if his death was nearing, he could see his future in dreamland and there wasn't a rope to lead to a free world of immortality, the avenues seemed like they were closing in. If he could convince the Casper, to send a message to Benny, that the amount on the next painting sold would put them in Bermuda, and let by gones be by gones, the records in the tower, would show priceless works that could be auctioned off for a big price and could save Ren's neck.
As Ren causally walked in the bar, he could tell that the louder he got, the better the night so he yelled out loud, to the market boys ands the pack of goons that showed up at the door, that he was the resident artist of the club, and as a cult classic he would pencil some characters and the willing to be a victim or a barbaric hero of the club. Casper crawled out of a booth and signalled to eddie a mule that would supply the gang here with luds and other synthetics to keep the going all night watching the underground fights and to tally the winnings from there bets. Ren jumped across the room to see that a few new women had just entered the jukejoint. they laughed and saw ren's soul there hiding behind brown eye hazel eyes and walked to him and the girl walked up and said "hazel and me are looking for you Ren, we know you are the one, you piece of shit, don't ditch us again we know that you have that flavor, and im not talking gas, and I want a taste." As Casper saw her say taste, he started to boil, the look Ren had to cast a spell on, so Ren jumped back towards the bar and yelled "I need a IV, lets get the night started, My doc is giving written instructions to nod off tonight to envision the perfect masterpiece that I can't deny the old man, Caspar This new work i'm on will change the course of history , how fucking profound the canvas will be."
