Kavi sighed as he drummed his fingers on the counter, looking at the sewing machine that had, once again, hopelessly jammed. Feathers were a challenging material to work with at the best of times, but he'd been hired to do a dance at the local drag bar, and there was no way he was going to be able to manage something with fiber optics or holographic projections with so little notice, and there was no way he'd be fucking around with fire, either.
Not when patrons often...