Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-3991308-20180204163711/@comment-25686329-20180225093120

Lincoln LaConte runs fingers through his wild comb of ruddy-colored hair and fans his coat a bit. There's a light jingle of spurs on his snakeskin boots and his hand comes to rest directly on the handle of an exquisitely customized pistol strapped to his one hip.

"Guns, honey." He grins. "Name a time and a place."

"Do you believe that music is capable of magic, one way or another? That one killer track can improve your performance at something, that the right song can grant you strength, any of that superstitious crap? Because I sure do."