(OOC: I assume we used Reizu's bus as the vehicle to actually get to the gig.)<br/><br/>By comparison with Chris, Ptricia hauled in her drum kit with ease. She set up quickly and efficiently, rigging her Impstar on it's frame.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Scowling, [Chris] turned around to Ptricia, who was setting up. "You're pretty sure nothing's gonna go down tonight? Can I see the owner of the club?"</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"If anything's going down, it'll be the perpetrator, down my throat. I'll take you to see Maeve as soon as we're finished here. She has a bit of a mobility problem, so she rarely leaves her office. Don't worry about the kit, there's good security."<br/><br/>She points out a pair of bears and a large tiger with black t-shirts that say 'Two Sticks' in a scrolling serif font, with a logo of a pair of baulks of timber in a saltire cross and a shark's skull above them. She gives them a nod, and the tiger returns it.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Well, all or nothing, right?" The wolfeasel shouldered his bass onto the stage and tuned it up, replacing a few strings to insure none broke. Plucking a small tune, he nodded. "Good to go."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"I'm all set here."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Alright, let's grab a drink and meet whoever owns this place."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>"You'll like her." The Two Sticks was a large place, a central dance floor overlooked by the stage, and around the edges clusters of alcoves, with built-in leather seating and tables in plain varnished wood. At the end opposite the stage was the main bar, a long counter with glass panelled shelving rising up behind it, lined with bottles. The main entrance was clearly behind it, and patrons came around either side. Extra seating had been laid on towards the front of the dance floor.<br/><br/>The main area was two stories high, a second story balcony presumably having more seating. The place was done in a mixture of varnished wood and industrial. The roof had a mass of lights, and a set of tubing, cleverly internally lit, that appeared to be filled with flowing water, and bright fish. Some big video screeens lined the outsides of the balcony rail, currently showing a number of muted TV channels.<br/><br/>"I'll get them to send our drinks to the managers office. It's easoier than trying to get to the bar." Ptricia went over to one end of the stage, behind the wings, and picked up a phone. "What do you guys want?"