Rekker was slowly starting to calm down, slowly. His temper flared quickly but he stayed surly for a long time. He did let go enough for Bjorn to get his hand and take him over toward where the others were by the bar. Rekker took a seat and then pulled Bjorn into his lap, hoping these bar chairs would take the weight, they should.

Devon was coming back with drinks. Beers, whiskey, and he had guessed with Lars and Bjorn so they got fruity whiskey sours since that was what Dee drank.

"This is Devon Tornado, my drummer." Rekker smiled at Devon who gave him the finger and shook his head.

"Next time you throw me on my ass I'm hitting you with a chair." Devon snapped angrily at his guitarist but they didn't mean it, not exactly. Devon took a seat beside Rekker and wondered if he was going to have to keep Rekker under control like he used to.