Chris looked over at the stage seeing Vic and Joe emerge from the curtains onto the stage. Chris listened to the wolf whistles surrounding them he looked around to see who they were whistling at. Chris rummage through his pocket in his shirt pulling out a cigarette from his pack. He put it in between his lips sparking it up and and taking a big inhale of smoke blowing it from his nose. Chris just awaited to hear the lovely woman that was suppose to come up and sing, the beat of Big Joe on the drums was a nice hip swing of things. Chris sat down not at the bar but off to the side trying to grab a good seat before the show.