Kellan used to be in the back of me, looking at us blankly. I used to be making an attempt to get matters returned to normal; I wished Kellan would at least attempt too. His melancholy was without a doubt starting to get to me. He sat down and poured anyone a beer, not looking at either of us.
didn't appear to word his mood. "When does your pal go on?" he requested him cheerfully.
Kellan temporarily seemed over at him. "Another twenty minutes or so." He took a long drink from his beer while a female handed by way of and not-so subtly eyed him up and down. Surprisingly, he only gave her a cursory glance, and then again his attention to his beer. In a great huff, she stalked off.
The twenty minutes it took for the band to eventually start felt like twenty hours. Our little trio used to be
