Maybe it was supposed to make everything look like night in movies, milky blue but still bright enough to cast shadows. Rian couldn't think of another reason for the cobalt neon lights under the bar. They shone off the tops of his black shoes and made everything look somehow distant, like his feet were miles from the rest of him, tethered like astronauts on spacewalks, all alone in the dark.
I'm also the editor-in-chief of http://shousetsubangbang.com/ , where we put out nine delightfully dirty issues of short stories and art a year! We're always looking for new participants, so if you're interested, check out the website.
I also do other things in my real life, hence the pseudonymity. But I promise I'm friendly!