Spyral was something close to unknown, though it didn't bother him much. John stayed in his usual pissed mood, his brother Paul, the designated cute one of the band, had made it his job to attack Ally whenever he got the chance, he swore those two were animals, maybe really. It was Caleb he was interested in, their drummer. That man showed up with blood on him more then he did, though there was the sinking suspicion that Caleb's reasons were a little more graphic then his as well. John and Paul had the tendency of attacking Caleb as well, said he smelled weird, they were gathered around in the back of a recording studio, they actually did their own music, as surprising as it may be. Covers were for losers without a hope of breaking out. They had hope, they just weren't getting anywhere.

J: God Caleb, what did you do? Roll around in the gore of one of those

P: murders? What are you?

J: A vampire?

He smirked a little, if someone hadn't figured by looking at them, John and Paul were twins, them finishing each other's sentences through him off sometimes, but it was funny watching them.

C: I told you, I'm a hunter.

"A hunter of what?"

C: Wild things that shouldn't be living in the first place.

"What are you on? And where can I get some?"

A: You're high enough as it is.

"Higher then a kite."

J: At least you

P: Can perform like that.

A: It's weird, you're so stoned you can't stand up most of the time and yet you play like fucking god.

"It's a gift"

C: It's a curse to the rest of us.

He shakes his head, watching the four of them. He's not really sure how he met them, Ally was just cute, and she's a great fuck but that's a different story. She was in a nightclub he took to on open mike night, bussing tables, the poor girl. She sits across from him now, neon blue hair, tattoos on her shoulders and more rings on her hands then John has in his face, which is saying something. John and Paul fell into the band when they tried to hit on Ally and he threatened to beat the shit out of them. Paul had changed the subject to music and rocks bands and they spent most of the night discussing which was better, ZZ Top or AC/DC. No one won that conversation. Caleb had just fallen into the group after a rough night on stage involving a beer bottle at his head and someone bitching about no rhythm. The kid was good, he didn't care what he was or what he did in his spare time, since most of their time was spare.

He comes back to this reality when Ally hits him with her purse.

A: Where are we eating?

C: Fuck that, where are we playing?

P&J: Milly's is always open

They look at each other for a moment and die laughing before shaking their head and just going back to waiting.

"Milly's? What's that?"

P: Diner. It's pretty good. They have music there sometimes. Maybe we can work there for a bit.

C: In a diner? Are you nuts?

J: It's work isn't it?

And there goes that fight. He leans back, just shaking his head and sighing lightly. Ally looks at him and smiles a little, running a hand between his legs, he looks at her, and the twins stop bickering and laugh before getting up. Each of them grabbed one of Caleb's arms and dragged him out of the room.

This was usually how things went, no money, no job, hot sex and nothing to do. So it ain't all bad.