Devo didn't look up from his beer. By the looks of things, he'd had quite a few of them already. The band played on on the stage below, ignoring the occasional bottle flying their way.<br/><br/>They could hear the elevator rattle above them as it slowly moved down. Of course it had been at the top when they made their entrance, why should anything go smooth?<br/>"Hey, I think he's still breathing," Pretty Boy said, looking back at the bouncer. "A shame to leave him like that, I'm feeling a bit peckish."<br/>"Leave him be," the Hound commanded, irritation in his voice. "There are likely to be way to many witnesses for us to silence, so we are taking the subtle approach. No fangs, no claws. Why the hell do you think we left It and Steiner behind?"<br/>"I'm just saying..." Pretty Boy said, starting to sulk. He was getting really hungry now. Beowulf, on the other hand, was almost giddy with anticipation. It looked like it was going to be his kind of night.