Chapter 157
On Saturday November 17th Lorne was tending to business at the Bronze. It was a typical Saturday night. Young couples were dancing, liquor remained hidden. Remy Zero was perfroming "Perfect Memory" and wanted Lorne to advise them about their future. Lorne thought about Pylea at times. Lorne was born in Pylea, but he was different. He loved music, it was barely tolerated in Pylea. Pylea was run by the order of Trombli, a combination religious cult and military dictatorship. When the opportunity came to come here, Lorne didn't hesitate. America was founded by refugees, a land of freedom of speech and religion. The land of opportunity, where Lorne could come from nothing and become a small business owner. Lorne could fit in easily here in Sunnydale. He still had to pretend his green skin was a costume, but people didn't ask too many questions here. The humans either knew about demons, or got used to looking the other way. Once Lorne ever got to sing the national anthem at a Laker's game. But every place had dangers, Sunnydale was no exception. And on this Saturday night danger came to the Bronze.