Birthright

“Been there. Though not nearly enough recently.” Rhiannon ran the zipper to close her backpack and slid it under her chair. “It’s Cabaret Voltaire,” she said, wondering if she should have offered Holly a listen. “They’re from your side of the pond, much like all bands worth listening to.” She smiled and pulled cigarettes and a lighter from her pocket. A thumb ring flashed under the fluorescent lights as Rhiannon cupped her hand and lit up. "I went to school there in England for a little while. I used to sneak out and go to shows."