A continuing story of Chaz the GELF, bartender at the Intergalactic Truckstop.

Under now, and still sinking... Chaz drifts slowly down into the depths of the pit. The sap is cooler deeper down, but still comfortable. Perfect peace; Chaz is far from the truckstop, far from everything, at rest. His job, the odious Jameson... all his frets and issues feel distant and safe, like stories in a book he's put aside for a while. He'll pick it up again when he's good and ready.

Once again, big thanks to chaz-fox for letting me play with Chaz. See him in his native habitat.

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