"Oh?" Rekker feigned shock and glanced between the two drummers. "Are you two kissing and I don't know about it?"

Rekker is trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter. He could see Lars was interested and, as usual, Devon was completely ignoring and brushing it off.

Dee smiled at the young guitarist, finally getting the laughter under control though her cheeks were near as red as her hair. She pointed to the bar where Devon had fled this mess.

"He's bringing more."