The bar was relatively packed tonight, with several seekers and off duty band mates in the crowd this day. The stage was set up simply but brightly lit, quite empty at this time. There were a few seats left, but they were rather close together. WindShear made a delivery to this oh so fine establishment earlier, and has decided to check out the place and it's 'entertainment' that has been scheduled. He looks around for a sturdy table and takes a seat. Strife sips his drink very slowly, optics glued to Firedancer. He basically forgets anyone else is there - probably looks quite a bit like a perv.