"Greemm! Good to see you again." Came a loud voice, with a thick russian accent. It belonged to a large man dressed in biker leathers with purple skin.
"Wulf." Grimm addressed the man. "No trouble tonight, I hope. My friends are here to have a good time."
"No trouble, Greemm. No trouble. I do have a business proposition for you though, comrade. Come see me after you get situated."
"I may just do that."
Dirk Bell limped all the way over to the far corner of the bar, sitting with his back against the wall where he could keep an eye on everyone in the place.
"Paranoid nutjob. . ." Danny muttered under his breath.
"H-heh hooah hah hahah hahahahah. . ." The group was startled by the sound of the bizarre laughter. Even more startling was the source: Grimm.
"Mind telling us what's so funny?" Ed said, not knowing what to make of this newcomer.
"Dirk just sat in Octavia's section."
"Who's Octavia?"
"You'll see."
Danny wandered up to the front of the bar, where the opening band was playing.
"Wow. Live music." he thought to himself.
< Yeah, who would've thought. It's very loud, isn't it?" >
"Yeah, it is."
< You want me to alter your ears, so that they're not adversely affected by the noise level? >
"No, I want to experience this the way it meant to be."
Danny walked by the stage area, noticing the female bass player, she was pale skinned with long, dark hair, wearing a short black leather dress with fishnet stockings, black cowboy boots (complete with spurs) all topped off with a black cowboy hat. As Danny, passed by, she smiled widely, showing off her sharp, gleaming inscisors.
"Um, I think I should experience this with the others. From a distance, yeah."
< Smart move. >
"Shut it, Hal."
