11110/Reunions and Introductions

Reunions and Introductions
Date of Scene:	20 February 2020
Location:	The Roxxon
Synopsis:	Dean gets his car back. Scoobies get a Mystery.
Cast of Characters:	Phantasm (Drago), Dean Winchester, Buffy Summers

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Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Welcome to THe Roxxon. Located far enough outside of New York City to be able to have a generous parking lot, the Roxxon is a bar and music venue that is known for putting on kick-ass music shows Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. (Tuesday is open mic night so be warned)

The inside of the venue is packed and for good reason. In between albums, Nick Drago has not been on known tours recently so that the Roxxon was advertising his appearance was enough to take note.

With the packed house that is very much in full session with the concert playing, the parking lot is packed as well. There's maybe one or two spots left. And oh look. There's a black impala with a plastic bag taped over where the drivers side window should be.

Dean Winchester has posed:
There's a pink convertible, a Barbie car if ever there is one, in the lot. Dean's not a happy hunter. Nope. Not when he's spotted Baby with a smashed window, and a plastic bag. Oh. Dean is pissed off. Stalking to Baby, he runs his hand over the door. Pulling the tape off gently, carefully, Dean rolls up the plastic bag and slides it into the back. Moving the pink convertible, Dean blocks Baby in. Just in case...

Striding into the show, Dean's actually got a legit ticket. Favors? They demand favors! Just before he enters, Dean returns to Baby and restres the bag. Wedging it in place, he winces at the tape ruining the paint...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As Dean goes in, it's apparent that the concert has been going on for awhile. The bar is full up with patrons, there are people bouncing around, hands up, pumping fists into the air while the stage is fully lit up. There's about five people on stage. Up front, a black T-shirted man sporting a fledgling beard and a sort, slightly curled hair style is singing. Holding a fist in the air with one hand, the long scar on the underside of his one arm is exposed as he holds the microphone up to his lips.

'We won't step down; We won't hide away; What do you, have to say?'

'We will stand stong; We will fight back; For our own, VICTORY!'

He holds the last word loud and strong, encouraging the audience to yell and cheer back in their primal voice.

And the song finishes. Nick smiles, "Alright guys you have been a great audience and our time is done. But It feels like we should give you ONE MORE SONG. So to hell with what the clock says!"

The room errupts.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's walked in at the wrong time. THe end of the show. Okay then. Still this is good mind. Dean's a fan of classic rock. But. But. Dean shakes his head with a grin. Josey was right. Dean's enjoying this. And he's still mad about Baby being stolen, too....oh if he finds who did it, they'll get beat down for it!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The lights start to dim low, briefly leaving the crowd in the dark before a low blue aura emits from the stage. Giving a bit of a slow smile, Nick gives a nod to the rest of the band before four short brief notes emits from the lead guitar, the collection of the notes giving a hint to the next song. The guitar stops for a moment, allowing for a moment of quiet in the room.

"Bad Moon!" One concert goer shouts in reaction to the teaser, outing herself as a fan. Nick's smile remains before giving the slightest of nods confirming the analysis.

The four notes start up again, followed by another four notes, before the drums and guitar kick off together, errupting into the full song. The blue lights fade, eventually backlighting the stage and the occupants while the slightest of pale lights focuses on to the singer. Low, not distracting as Nick brings the microphone to his mouth and sings rhythmically.

'It starts out like any other day; Work all the time, mind starts to stray.
The stress builds up, gotta let it out; Fling the hands up, and give a shout.
Head on home night full of plans But tonight's the night you hate how it ends.'

The guitar hits the four chords as the audience sings back,
'Bad moon rising.'

Nick nods, giving a response, 'Got a bad feeling.' He tilts the microphone to the audience indicating that they get to sing the chorus. Fortunately, there's a sufficient amount of persons here who have bought his album to make this possible.

'Bad moon rising.'

The singer tilts his head down, singing into the mic, 'OHHHhhhhHHHigh to the ceiliiiIINNG.'

'Bad moon rising'

Exchange done, the music briefly stops with one short beat, the sound echoing on the wall before Nick brings the mic back to his mouth. 'A frightful wish; Gotta get out of this.'

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's singing along. Great. Josey's gonna laugh his ass off at this. Dean. Singing. That's the favor for finding Baby. Attend this Drago show. Dean was 'given' a Drago CD. Despite his protests and demands for an 8-track tape? Nah. Not in the least. Dean is not the happiest around, but he's enjoying the show. Though he's more fond of his classic rock tapes, he's curious to see where this goes.

Ever seen a Winchester crowd surf? Dean is, by accident. Okay, he tripped, and for like...a second before finding the floor with his face. Getting up, Dean's still enjoying this immensely. Josey's still somewhere in between Dean's good and bad assessment. Josey being the hunter who found Baby and told Dean. But didn't touch her.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The round starts again, notes the same but the lyrics switching out.

'The night starts out innocent enough; The dating scene is far from rough.
The search goes long but you come into luck; Across the club is the one you're goin' to-'

There's a sudden guitar solo, interrupting Nick's last word. He gives a shrug, acting like he's taken aback by the interruption while the guitarist just shakes his head, triggering a gaggle of giggles from some of the female attendees and one boisterous laugh from one of the more inebriated male customers. "Was he going to say-?"

The audience errupts into the chorus, starting off the exchange with the singer.

'Bad moon rising.'
'Got a bad feeling.'
'Bad moon rising.'
'High to the ceiling.'
'Bad moon rising'
'A frightful wish; Gotta get out of this.'

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean is so tempted to run on stage and sing. No way. Nope. He's not drunk enough for that one. Plus he snuck a gun and knives in here. No no, running the stage is bad. But in his gear he fits in. Jacket. Shades. Jeans, boots, stubble. Oh yeah, and a fake badge. He slips toward the stage, fake badge in hand. It's a fake (but well done) city enforcement badge, though Dean's got his thumb over the name. He nods and hasn't pulled it out yet. If anything he's hoping he won't need to.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
There's no sudden stop this time as Nick goes straight into the next verse. His voice rising as the light upon him starts getting brighter.

'Starts off great beyond compare; Having fun in the lair. Heaven sent, energy spent; Then the sanity upped and went.'

The light cuts out, blue light turning red. The music stops once more, as Nick looks to some of the fans up front. 'Oh yes. It was...'

The blue, red, and white lights come on, flashing back and forth as the rhythm kicks back into swing. Going for one last final exchange.

'Bad moon rising.'
'Got a bad feeEEEELLLIiiiIINNNGGG-'
'Bad moon rising.'
'High to the ceiling.'
'Bad moon rising'

The music cuts out again, leading Nick to do the last line on his own.

'A frightful wish,' He crouches down, looking to one concert goer's eyes, giving an almost pleading look, 'I gotta- get out of this.'

The lights cut off, plunging the stage into darkness.

The stage remains unlit as the rest of the room starts to light up slightly, allowing for people to move around under the guidance of the safety lights. When the room lights come back on, Singer and band have already left, apparently making their way backstage.

As people start filtering out of the club in an effort to beat the traffic, a blonde figure off to the corner lingers behind.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's noted the blond figure, and keeps an eye on him. Oh, Dean's not moving in a hurry yet. He's wanting to find the SOB who stole Baby and make them /pay/. Kneecaps? That's just one idea Dean's got in mind. Oh this may not be very nice of the eldest Winchester brother, but....

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The blonde looks a bit sickly. Skin pale, the clothing he wears, dark, a bit torn and slightly too big for his frame. Perhaps if a strong gust were to come into the room, he'd be knocked down. But the expression on his face doesn't match up while others are happy, his is just... seething.

He waits, seemingly waiting out the crowd as some of the band members return to the stage to put up their instruments. The singer, is not visible.

The blonde glances around, not seeming to notice Dean as he starts to sneak backstage.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's figured him out. The blond's a bloodsucker, and Dean's sneaking too. Only Dean's got knives, and a gun, and not afraid to fist fight vampires. Buffy may have stakes. But Dean? Nah he's more....direct.

"Hey, You" Dean says watching the blond. "Gimme back my wallet!"

It's a time honored tactic for drawing attention, but Dean's playing by his own rules. He's moving to cut off any escape route and funnel the bleach sporting blond guy into a fight with him...at least, that's the plan.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The blonde's head turns, looking towards Dean briefly. Oh surely he's going to correct this misunderstand- Oh there he goes. He's a fast little sucker too as the door to the backstage area smacks open. Prior to the door swinging back closed, there's the raised shout of surprise of the singer that just finished singing.

"The fu-"

The door smacks shut.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's six feet of hunter. And he too charges for the door, shoulder first like he's going to launch it into orbit or something. Even if it's locked, Dean running full speed is like a freight train not stopping. Choo choo, motherfucker! Dean is in a dead sprint at the door, shoulder lowered. Hopefully...people are smart enough not to be on thee other side of the door. Or maybe the blond guy's stupid enough to be?
R
Screrw sneaking. Dean's not got time for this...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The door isn't locked, nor is it latched. Giving way quite easily with no resistance whatsoever, Dean is instead greeted with a wall opposite of the doorway as a reward. He's made it into a small hallway that leads over to another open doorway. While not visible, the sound of a mostly one sided conversation can be heard. The other speaker seems more gasping for breath.

"Hello again, Poe. How's MY gig?"

'Don't -'

"Oh? Begging?"

'-let the dark'

"I'm not following"

'have final say,'

"...Are you singing?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Okay, ow, that's a wall. That's a wall. Door open, though. Dean on the other hand, has spied the open doorway and decided to head there with a quiet sigh, hands in his pockets going for his bowie knives. If this is going that badly, then....

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The view Dean is greeted with as he comes through the other doorway is of a simply appointed room. Tables, mirrors, a couple hooks on the wall, and a blonde vampire, game face on, pinning the smaller musician against the wall. One hand clenched around the singers throat. The hunter's entrance does draw the vampire's attention to the new challenger.

With Dean providing sufficient distraction, Nick takes advantage of the slightly loosened grip around his throat, barking out the rest, "Lucia's Light, show me the way!"

It would be kind of an odd thing to say considering the scene involved but upon the phrase being completed, the blonde game face of the vampire cringes as his hands starts going into a high sizzle where in contact with Nick's, now somewhat glowing, skin. Letting go quickly, the blonde looks to Nick, backing away, "What the hel-" He grabs a table and flings it at Dean.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks thorugh the door and dives for the floor at the sight of the flying table. Oh. Somebody didn't like catering? Well, then. Dean waits for the table to go overhead and then speaks. He picks latin and begins speaking softly, then louder as if commanding the vampire. Or something like that. Latin's a funky language. And the twe bowie knives Dean's got aren't a bad option either.

"You didn't like the catering? Was it the M&Ms?" Dean jibes at the vampire and watches, a knife in each hand.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Now free, Nick moves away from the blonde, running towards his jacket, which had fallen off one of the wall hooks. The glow from his skin fades as he reaches inside and tugs out a drumstick.

As Dean starts chanting, the vampire cringes, backing up, steering him closer to the musician.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's not done chanting. But he's angling himself to get between the vampire and musician. It's not really magic, per se. more quoting things from his father's journal. Still, Dean falls silent and raises the bowie knives. "Got anything sharp that you can run him through with?" Dean asks. He 's keeping his back to Nick, determined to take the hit for the smaller musician. "Look. I get it. You didn't like the decor" Dean says. "But come on. Nobody likes you anyway. You" Dean says directing his taunting to the vampire. "Are just some cheap ass, gel using, hairspray sniffing buck tooth kid who hasn't bathed in months. Dude. Get a shower" Dean says sniffing the air dramatically. "Seriously, get a frigging shower" he adds, doing his bst to get between Nick and the vampire. he's still got his knives. No...they're not stakes. But they do have one big advantage. Saw through his neck. Behead the bloodsucker.

But first. Get those two seperated

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The blonde, moves slightly but seems to back closer to the performer. Keeping a wary eye on Dean but not allowing himself to be steered a different direction. "This has nothing to do with you." He snarls.

Nick, who is on the ground doesn't really have much maneuverability but he does have something. Something is a bit different about him. And for someone who is observant, it may stand out.

As he pushes himself up, stick in hand, there is a view of his forearms. The scar,has switched sides.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's noticed. And not said a word. Instead, he's keeping an eye on the blond. Distaraction is just as valuable as outright attack. "Come over here. I can protect you from the nasty holy light" Dean says. Oh he knows how to play to a vampire's weaknesses. "You want blood? Come over here and you can have mine" he says. It's not quite as effective when he's holding a pair of knives, true. But, he knows vampire weaknesses and tactics. Thanks. Dad.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Blood?" The vampire repeats, game face still in play, his attention focusing upon Dean, "Oh no, this is not about blood. This is pay-."

There's an erruption of dust from where the blonde stands as an unsharpened drumstick falls to the ground. Clattering as it hits.

In the vampire's place, wide blue eyes look at Dean.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Well, that was odd. Dean glances to the musician for a moment, "Alright, start talking, both of you" he says. "Somebody fill me in on what happened, exaactly? Did you do something with the music? Is this some sort of elaborate marketing stunt?" he asks carefully, watching them both. He's still not trusting the....what used to be a vampire five seconds ago? But stilll, Dean's cautious and wary, and just a little bit skeptical. Okay. lot skeptical.

"You" he says to Nick. "Can call on holy light. You were a vampire. Somebody somewhere is going to yell cut and we'll all get told to read the fuggin' script" he says cynically.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Uh." Nick glances down to the remnants of the vampire scattered around the floor, he frowns, "I don't think he's going to be talking anymore." He blinks, "And I'm not q-"

The short haired musician, shakes his head, bending down to pick up the drumstick from the floor, "Well. Thanks." He turns, walking over to his jacket.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean looks to the musician. "Look. I'm trying to figure out what a pile of dust like...well....that would want with you" he said. "I heard somethuing about pay. Did he think he could collect cash from you or something?" Dean asks. If he had a deerstalker....it'd be on. Metaphorical hats aside, Dean's watching Nick. "Nice work with the drumstick by the way"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers was hoping to check out the new bar and enjoy some nice dancing and music but as she steps into the club, she is rather surprised to see she's just stepped in on the aftermath of some sort of fight. And oh joy, Dean's here, aka Mr. Trouble. She rolls her eyes, stepping towards him. "Oh great, you again..What suspicious activity have you been up to this time?" she narrows her eyes on him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yeah uh thanks." Nick crouches down, setting the stick back into the inside pocket. The scar on the arm fades, appearing back where it was during the concert. "I think that was the stalker. To be honest, that's the most that guy's ever said to me. Last time was just 'Do Yo-' before the guy I was talking to nabbed him."

He stands up, putting the jacket on, checking to make sure the drumsticks are within reach, "...You'd think they'd have let me know he was out. Would've been a nice heads up."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean sighs. "So why" he asks"Would he wanna deal with you though?" he asks looking genuinely unsure, then spies a Slayer. "Oh hey" he says casually. "You missed the fun and fighting. Evr seen a vampire turn to dust with a drumstick? Damn. Drummers are useful finally" he grins wickedly looking to Buffy. "So. You decided to join us fter the fight?"

Attention's back on Nick. "So tell me, what do those guys want with you? I deal with things like that for a living" Dean shrugs

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow at Dean, "What, you telling me you were the big hero today, mister grave robber? You may be a Winchester but I still don't trust you."she nods to Nick, "Hey again, Nick, how have you been? Mind telling me what happened here?" she peers towards the pile of dust. "Vampire, was it? Because that just happens to be my specialty." she eyes Dean as she says that. Nope, no competition going on here!

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick turns, seemingly just noticing Buffy. Yep. Special sort of distracted right there. "Oh hey Buffy." Nick greets, looking over to Dean and then back to Buffy, "Had a bit of a run in with a less than happy ty-" He pauses, "Wait, you guys know each other?" Nick blinks at the information overload.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean nods. "Wel....yeah,we....uh....she ran across me in a cemetery" Dean admits. Half truths and misdirection. He nods to Buffy. "I'm not the hero. I didn't stake the vampire. I came in when this Nick guy sorted the vamp out with h a drumstick" Dean says sounding....is that awe in the hunter's voice? Yes. Oh, yes it is!

Dean looks to Buffy again after looking back to Nick for a moment. "I didn't do anything except charge through a door, into a wall" he offers.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns a bit, nodding to Nick. "I see. Just the one, huh? So you think it was a targeted attack?" she peers at Dean some more, arms folded. "Ohhh, So not only are you a shameless grave robber but a clumsy oaf as well? What, you never thought to use the front door? Or did you just trip and fall through that wall?" she rolls her eyes some more at him, clearly having quite a low opinion of him.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean sighs. "I was running for the door and it opened easier than expected. I ran full pelt into a wall" Dean offers and gives Buffy a quiet eyebrow raise. "Look, I'm sorry about the grave robbery, okay? I was wrong on that. There. I said it, okay? Happy now?" Dean asks, watching Buffy. "You're adorable when angry" he says. Ohhh, he did /not/ just.....he did. Yes, yes he did

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"The distractions were helpful." Nick offers up, reaching up a hand to rub at his throat. Man that's going to hurt later. "Hard to speak when someone's choking you. And the drumsticks were in my jacket at the time so those wouldn't have been useful."

He looks to the pile of dust, frowning. "It's not the first time He's run into me." Yep. Neither time was Nick the one doing the approaching.

He blinks at the two and then to looks to Dean, "Barking up the wrong tree there. She's dating someone."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs at Dean. "...You're an even bigger idiot then I thought.." and THEN he has to go and say that. Right, that's it, now he's really done it! Buffy really has trouble keeping a smile on her face. Swiftly she steps forward and..Grabs him effortlessly by the scruff of his neck, holding him maybe an inch off the floor as if he were the size of a cat. She leans in close, her voice an almost whisper. "Call me that again and you'll be begging for mercy. Got it?" she smiles sweetly then, glancing over at Nick and shrugs, still holding Dean off the floor.."Oh, he knows all about Thomas and I. He's just being a jackass." she glances at the pile of dust then back to Nick. "Oh yeah? Well. He won't be bothering you any further. Unless he sends minions after you, or something..Really, what would a vampire want with you?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean squeaks like a shocked.....something. Point is, he squeaks in a way some would call 'cute' or 'adorable' or even 'awwww'....

Dean shakes his head. "Put me back on the ground, woman" he says "Look. I don't do well when not on the ground. I don't much care for being feet off the ground" he admits, "So why would a vampire want anything with you?" he asks, echoing Buffy's question.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick's brows rise in surprise as he sees the tiny Buffy lift Dean effortlessly. Well, ok yes, he's aware she's a bouncer type but. Never has he seen her in action.

He does snerk a bit as Dean does his own impression of a mouse. Because well... It's funny when its happening to someone else. But the smile is short lived as they both revisit the topic that Nick's not really fond of discussing. Because he's not the most well informed of the situation.

Nick shrugs. "Uh well. Not really sure. Kind of got mixed messages with the note and the actual run in." He nods to Dean, "You heard pretty much most of what he's ever said to me. Just P-" He pauses. Frown deepening.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers peers at Dean..And actually laughs, "Awwwe, poor little Dean's afraid of the little Slayer?" she smirks and winks as she sets him down. "You know, You're way cuter when you're squeaking like a mouse." with a shrug, she peers at Nick, brow arched, "Wait, you got a note? From the same guy? What did it say?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean eyes Buffy. "Did.....did you just call me cute?" he asks. He's a little lost for words, Buffy decided to do that, then sarcastically backhanded compliment him? Okay then. And she's dating Thomas and apparently flirting? Oh....great. Dean watches Buffy then Nick. "It's not adding up. I heard all of that stuff. But" Dean says with a shrug. "I've no idea what they want though" Dean says wit h a sigh.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Oh just the usual stuff people who get fan letters get from time to time. 'I liked you in this, I liked you in that, here is why, stuff I'd rather not say out loud..."

The frown remains as he considers something, "-He called me Poe."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers snorts at Dean, "Oh please, don't flatter yourself. I wasn't 'flirting' with you, I was mocking you. Big diff." still, she seems to be enjoying this way too much. To Nick, she arches a brow. "Sooo What, you had a crazy obsessed fan who turned out to be a vamp and mistook you for someone else? I guess vamps aren't exactly the brightest bulb in the store. I wouldn't worry too much. He's dead now.."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Wouldn't put it past crazy obsessed fans" Dean offers, watching them bothh. "Wait a minute. Wait though. That vamp has friends right?" he askss speculatively. He's unsure just what vampires would talk about....yikes.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick shakes his head. "No...I've perfomed under that name, but the only ones who should know it were tied to the band except f-Oh Goddammit I know who it is."

He looks to the pile of ash, "You shithead! It was TEMPORARY."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks at Nick, "What, vamp guy was a member of your band and you didn't...?" then he has a lightbulb moment, which is totally lost on Buffy. "...So? What is it?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean raises an eyebrow. "Who?" he asks simply. Dean's not got a lot else to say. "Who though. Somebody with the band? Who would know all about it? The manager or somebody else like that?" he asks uncertainly.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"I also work as a session musician." Nick explains, "There's a reasonably well established masked band that was in the middle of a tour and their drummer upped and quit in the middle of it." He pauses, gesturing to the ash, "Meet O'Bri. The Rat. I wouldn't know what he looked like because they hide their faces to the public when part of the group and he was gone before I got asked to fill in."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns, peering at pile of ashes. "Sooo, there's a band of potentially more vamps out there, hiding under masks, probably to protect from the sun..And there are probably more out there and for whatever reason they're after you?" she shrugs, "But still I need to ask, why? And can you track down the other band members somehow?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean studies the ash for a moment. "Or just go kick in the manager's door and get the info in there, right?" he adds. "I doubt they are vamps, I mean, the drummer up and quit. This vampire attacked ya" he says to Nick. "So....that Obry rat guy was the drummer?" he asks. "Hardly likely the others are vampires, right? I mean, vampires aren't the biggest fans of going after huge targets, right?" he adds.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Ok. Um before we go that far, I toured with them. They ate regular food. Granted, they were a bunch of night owls but they did photo ops and Kip did interviews in front of cameras. Wouldn't they avoid that if they were actually vampires?" Nick nods at what Dean suggests, "Yeah. I'm kind of going with Obri being a dumbass who thought I was flat out replacing him. Maybe the letter was just a psychological thing."

He pauses, "...Although, My neighbor didn't like them for some reason."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms, "Okaaay, So lets just say it's the one vamp then..If that's the case, he probably acted alone. Can't be too cautious though." she shrugs, "But still, in the end he's dead now so..."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean shrugs. "You both got good points. But" he says. "This Obry guy thought you got the job over him so what...he went vampire and thought I'll get my revenge huh? He's dead, but even so can we figure out between the three of us" he says with a look to Buffy that all but says 'I am not that bad....really', "Can we figure out if he got his teeth.....fangs into the band?" he asks. "I'd like to get my hands on as much ifno on the band as posssible and work it out from there.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Well, she likes my music so there's that." Nick replies, smirking back at Dean, "And I suspect if she knew, she'd like that I talked my roommate out of pressing charges when she set his office on fire." He pauses, "...That might be oversharing. Ignore the last part."

He frowns, "Do we really need to dig into the group?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers hmms and nods to Dean, "Dean is right, for now it seems to be our only lead..We May need to speak with the band manager." she glances at Dean, "So what, rival bands? Kinda seems petty, I dunno. But we need to make sure either way.." she pauses, "Wait what's this about setting an office on fire?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
"The drummer up and quit. Drummer got turned into a vampire right?" he asks then. "Why? WHy would Obry become a vampire?" he asks. "What's in it for him though?"

Good questions...

"Still think we do need to talk to the manager too though. Buffy's right"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick sighs, "...I guess I could ask to talk to William about the offer. Get a meeting set up..."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs, "Ok well there are some advantages to being a vamp..Super strength for one. If you want revenge, isn't that the best way to one up someone? If you're crazy enough I guess." she nods and smiles, "Alright, a meeting would be good. And who is this...O'Brei? And Wade?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean listeens. "Well yes. But." he points out. "What's his end game? Wanting to kill ya for taking his job? Or..." he asks, falling quiet as he mulls things over looking to Buffy. "If you wanted to get revenge on somebody, you'd want to hurt or kill them, right? But....question is. Who turned that pile of ashes?" Dean asks. "And why?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Nick gestures to the pile of Ash. "That's O'Bri... He's not saying much. And William's basically a jack of all trades for Five Times Novel. Sound guy, travel arrangements, management, excetra, excetra. Keeps the costs down."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods slowly, reaching for her phone as it buzzes. "Hmm, I gotta go, But you know how to get a hold of me. If you need anything, let me know!" she waves and heads out.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean watches Buffy,t then to Nick. With Buffy on her phone, Dean sighs. "So wait a minute. If this William guy does it all, he'd know a lot, right?" he asks leaning on the wall.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"Yep. Tends to go with the Jack of all trades title, yeah." Nick replies, "Which... would be why I'd be asking for a meeting with him. He's also the more agreeable of the group."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Right, but should Buffy and I sit in on it, or?" he asks. With that he scribbles out digits on paper. it's for a burner phone. "Get a hold of me on that" he says with a nod and turns to head for the door. Somebody gotta bring a brush in here.