Erik got up and left the pups. The man hadn't wanted to answer and he wasn't going to hound him for one. He just left the shed and went inside. Getting clothes from where the guy had told him he could borrow from. He took the belt from his pants and went into the bathroom. SHowered and washed all of the blood off his face and from his teeth. He dressed in the pants and had to pull the belt quite tight to keep them up. Throwing on the guys borrowed shirt and messed with his hair a bit. Later that night they were heading to the club.<br/><br/>When they got there he got out. Shoving his hands in his pockets and withdrew upon entering the crowded place. He glanced to Hayden then pointed his thumb towards the back. He then vanished off into the shadows. You'd easily lose track of him once he let himself become enveloped in shadows. He vanished into the back and began to go over the poem he was going to read. He felt some pain still but he was over it for the most part. Did that mean he was full of life and had warmth in his eyes to non kindred spirits...not at all. That was very far from the truth. He was still that way. Just around Hayden did he have a sliver amount of more life. The man got to see another side of him he kept closed off from the others.<br/><br/>A make up woman who usually wasn't here came over and started trying to help him look better for the erformance. He let out a low growl and she back off. His eyes stared at her icily. With a huff the woman, who associated with Hayden from time to time, left him be. He looked out on the stage through the space between curtain and wall. He watched the people on stage finish up now. He knew he was up next. They were going to bleed him dry. Take all of his poems...both old and new...and take them out of his lips. Yet the only one he knew who could tell things from those poems was Hayden. He closed his eyes as he was introduced. He walked onto stage. The woman he had growled at went to complain in a shocked and horrified voice to Hayden. After he finished his business meeting that is.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">What everyone sees as the truth.<br/>I can see as a tiger's tooth.<br/>The past is hid by ice.<br/>Yet there is those who escape the viper's vise.<br/>Every day is a new path upon the ever moving roller coaster of life.<br/>Kept close at heart and let loose upon the world with the movement of a thief's knife.<br/>Yet what is that upon the sea.<br/>But another wave to throw you up and into an ever moving tree.<br/>Pain is something many know but few truly ever feel.<br/>Not everyone is give a hand worth playing on a poker's wheel.<br/>Things come.<br/>Things go.<br/>Everything that has been...will be.<br/>Sometimes it takes the smallest crack upon the door to allow one to be set free.</span></div><br/><br/>He said other poetry and then he walked off stage. It was nearing the end of the night. A belly dancer came on next and then a set of strippers. Then it went to a group of musicians. He waited until everyone was gone and the lights were mostly turned off before he went and sat on the edge of the stage. Closing his eyes and just enjoying the silence. He had seen that woman bitching to Hayden about him. Not like it mattered to him. She wasn't a kindred spirit.