<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i1076.photobucket.com/albums/w448/KalebHyde/9a5b76ef-a2f8-48ea-8a71-45d31791a048_zpsfe3101d9.jpg) As Jacob pulled into Pete's parking lot in that beat up Jeep he took a good long look at himself in the rear view.  Mirrored sunglasses hid that tinge of doubt which plagued those arctic blues, butterflies even for the big man as he thought about what was to come.  Not only was he going to personally meet one of his most favorite bands in the world, but soon he'd be going on the road with them and be responsible for keeping all the crazies from hassling them.  It was one thing to speak with Ms. Browning, brag in the presence of such a beautiful woman about how there'd be no problems, how he'd have everything under control, but now he was about to be put to the test.<br/><br/>With a deep exhale he would step from the vehicle, shaking his head as a devil's grin appeared.  For all the responsibility, he couldn't help but think of the hellraising coast to coast party as well.  He'd seen more than one Sole's Regret party and could just imagine what was to come.  Besides he figured he'd have at least a couple hours bfore being introduced to the band, enough time to throw back a few and gain a little liquid courage.  His black booted steps quickly leading him toward the front door, fleeting hope of seeing that amazing band manager again tonight before things got too crazy crossing his mind.<br/><br/>Jacob soon removed those sunglasses as he entered that darker interior, blues adjusting as he absently flexed those biceps, pushing away that last bit of nervousness for the moment.  He'd not notice anyone inside at first, fingertips lightly scratching his chest through that faded Slayer sleeveless shirt as he moved toward the bar.  Well worn blue jeans would find a barstool as the bartender came over and nodded to Jake's order of a longneck Bud.  Only then would he turn back toward the pub, blinking as he'd see Sole's Regret already there along with Ms. Browning, Emily he believed she had said though he still was unsure about calling his boss by her first name.  He owed her so much for the opportunity she offered, the least of which was respect.  He then caught his fingertips seeking the cigarettes he had sworn off as part of all this, an old habit that was harder to kick at these moments.  His hand then reaching for the returned bottle as he waited, not wanting to barge into their conversation.</div>