Chapter 77: A Date Catastrophe

Levx-Sorbrit Vorian Churgo put down his fork and waited for the woman across from him to stop picking at the yellow spots of lettuce in her salad. The entire meal, she grumbled about everything from the napkins being paper to the silverware being plastic and the jukebox playing eighties music. A personal favorite of his was how he dared not show any interest or she'd change her tune and say she loved this song. Like she'd said she hated smokers when he said he didn't smoke yet she smelled of cigarettes.

Twenty-seven months on this planet, and his people hadn't come any closer to a cure for their infertile females or saving Renjer, their home planet, from the Tryns - which to humans were demons. Not that that definition was far off. The beasts looked like the medieval depictions of devils complete with horns, forked tails, and short black fur.