"I suppose." Tony remarked as he cracked his neck gently before setting the sticks down at the top of the drums. Glancing around a little, he looked up and blew some of his dreads out of his face before flicking his head back. Grunting softly, Tony reached over and grabbed a towel. Dabbing around his body a little, he looked over at Whiskey and said "You ok, love?"<br/><br/>Grasping his wifebeater, Tony flung it over his head and started to slip it on before yawning some. Thinking lightly to himself, "Well I suppose that wasn't completely terrible. It is new...to say the least."