Kristen was stunned.<br/><br/><em>...the fuck is going on here?</em>she thought. She looked the band up and down wondering how she'd gotten into some sort of nightclub of all places. It was impossible; she knew for sure that it couldn't exist just outside the wrestling arena. Her muscles tensed; this was freaky. So...maybe she was hallucinating. Or maybe she'd gone crazy or something.<br/><br/><em>That folding chair must have hit my head really hard today</em>, she thought. She saw the bartender's wave, and she struggled through the jostling crowd, eventually flexing and scowling to get people to just move out of the way, and she made it up to the bar. She'd had to elbow quite a few people to get them to move.<br/><br/>She said, wary, "I guess you could say that. I'll take coffee if you have it. Black, three sugars. Mind explaining this place a bit to me?" She didn't want to admit that she'd just walked out of her job and into this place. She didn't want to sound bonkers.