HYPERLASER

The bar where Hyperlaser was was no different from the others. The same music, the same loud demons - only the taste of the drinks changed, as did the names for the local cocktails. He is not a fan of exotic drinks with overly pretentious and ridiculous names. Whiskey is all he's ordered for the past few weeks. Hyperlaser was silent, looking out of the bar window. Next to him was his trusty railgun, which he was ready to grab if he sensed a threat... But now, strangely enough, he was relaxed. He didn't drink, and the glass was full. He didn't talk to anyone, even if they tried to start a conversation with him... He was a strange visitor to this bar, albeit a frequent one.