Midnite watched the band warm
up. He was on his usual barstool, nursing his usual drink, and smoking his usual cigar.
Or was he?
Yeah... he probably was.
Stranger, stranger, stranger, stranger
It's hot here at night, lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night
Don't be afraid of the world we made
On a hot summer night
[ooc: Open! I'm going to be afk for stretches of time, tonight, so please mod drinks, snacks, etc. Thanks!]