Gaius Baltar

In was late summer, and as a break between the spring and fall semesters at college I was working as a bar-back at one of the local dance clubs.
This particular club could host live bands and had a complex layout which gave it a certain reputation on the west side. I was not there for the money.
I was there for the nightlife and the bonus paycheck that happened to be part of the experience. The nights were, for the most part, a carefree experience of
wandering around the club, ...