"C'mon, Mick, sit down with me and Danny. Have a beer."
"O-Okay. . ." Mick mumbled, still reeling from the fact that he had been singing with. . .Grimm.
"You know Love Me Two Times?"
"Sure, I know all The Doors' stuff. Used to listen to that stuff all the time as a kid. Morrison's lyrics combined with the music took me out of my shitty life and into another place. But that was before I got into punk and all. . ."
The two sat down next to Danny. "Couple more, right here."
The stalk shot down with a couple more beers.
"So," Danny started, "How do you see without eyes?"
"I don't know. I just do."
"Why do they call you The Biker From Hell?"
Grimm was perplexed
"What? Who calls me that?"
"Uhh, Larry, T. C., Mick. . ."
Mick got a real sheepish look on his face as Grimm glanced over at him.
"Mickeee. . . ." Surprisingly, Grimm didn't seem mad at all.
"Are you really from Hell?" Danny asked.
"Heh, no but sometimes I feel like my life is Hell. Being this. . ." He gestured at himself. "ain't all it's cracked up to be, ya know."
Danny and Mick noted the sarcasm.
"Just because I'm so pretty, it's not like I can have a normal life."
The three men began to laugh.
Suddenly, Blackwulf plopped down next to the group.
"My friends! We are not being drinking enough! More beers for everybody!"
