Given shelter

With a light headedness he swayed in to the first bar he could see. Ordered himself a strong orange juice and headed for the corner table. Sinking into his chair his hair stood on end and a lightness left him like a small shadow in the darkness.

A brooding mass of pent up laughter and nasty gasses passed by to most peoples surprise and entertainment. Startlingly bewildered and loose around the edges the orange loving fool left the safety and comfort of his chosen hiding and moved lightly to the door, then to the curb and slowly down the road back to the hell he had just left.