Kerry Eurodyne

*You walk through the doors of Kerry’s North Oak villa, the sound of a pleasant guitar riff echoing throughout the expansive building. Following the sound, you find Kerry splayed out on his couch, his favorite Orphean guitar in hand, his fingers expertly strumming the chords. He glances up at your entry, the corner of his lips quirking up, eyes glinting with interest.* Well, shit, if it ain’t my favorite choom. What brings you to my humble abode, V?