"Uhnhnh," was about the response the wolf could muster, grinning stupidly. He did, however, peer down at his girlfriend, eyebrows raised. "Don't you ever, like, just eat someone without thinking about it?" He enquired, a big smirk on his face.<br/><br/>He did, however, take a moment to think about the future of his band, past tonight, which he really shouldn't have been doing-the whole idea of this for him was to forget about everything else for a few hours.<br/><br/>((OOC: Chris may be exempt from future-thought duties but I don't think I am, and I've been thinking lately about the pace of this RP and I've come to the conclusion we need to tase it up the ass in a big way. I'd like to do a may-hay-hayjor over 9000 montage, maybe the space of about 2 or 3 weeks, in which time their demo would work its way into the hands of a more established band (feel free to make a suggestion but I'm lovin' Motorhead), who invite the Stomachs to open for them on their next tour, at which point their gig is seen by an A&R man from Repluse, etc, etc. What do you think?))