Lars continued to grope Lisa, smiling as she moaned.  "You like this, don't you kitty?" he asked as he brought a hand to her breast, this time reaching under her clothes to grope her and give a slight tug on one of her piercings.<br/><br/>When she took the drink and spit it back out at him, he cried out in shock.  "Ah!  What was that for?  No, that wasn't rum..." he said, grabbing one of the napkins and wiping himself off.  "Well, I guess you didn't like that one.  Maybe I'll get something different for you in a bit..." he said, trailing off.<br/><hr/>Damian was easily able to follow the two around to the back of the building.  They didn't seem particularly worried about anyone following them; after all, all their fans would be in the inn partying, right?  "Wow Marty, you really think we can pull this off in time for tomorrow's show?" the manager asked, clearly excited.  "How do you come up with this stuff, anyway?  Reanimating a rival band's corpses on stage, hah!" he laughed.<br/><br/>"Relax, James," Marty said, shaking his head.  "I've already got things planned for tomorrow, if this doesn't work out.  I like Lars, but I've got a backup just in case."<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, always the careful one.  Still, that must've been some stroke of luck, having him get first in line like that.  Anyway, I need to make sure your bandmates aren't getting up to too much trouble.  You'll have to fill me in on your backup later," James said as he hurried back around the inn.