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"Heh, you might have a point. But Mot did decently. I'm going to see if he's willing to do it again before I go telling even more people about this," Roch said. "And no tellin, got it? Especially any ghouls. Danny definitely doesn't need to know, I already know that. With my luck she'd want to come along and wind up burning the place down by accident, then we'd all wind up dead. And it wouldn't be because of the fire," he added dryly.

He lifted a fist, summoning his guitar. "Hell, all we need is a bass player and we'll have a band. Wonder if we could find a reaper that played, or if we should ask that Bul guy," he said thoughtfully.

"Hell if I know," Roch admitted. "I mean, I've talked to him a little like, twice, but not enough to get the 'I'm crazy enough to do suicidal crap for lots of seeds,' vibe off of him. Which is why I hesitated to tell you about it, too," he admitted. "And who knows, they might expect us to split the pay, so the more people we bring in, the less seeds we get..." Which clearly didn't appeal to the boil.

He started tuning his guitar as he thought. "Then again, they might pay us more for having a full band. Except the more of us there are the more likely someone will find out who doesn't need to know. Jack, I dunno, we'll ask the next time we go. Who knows, they might tell us to get one. For now we need to keep an eye out for musicians that look flat jack broke."

"Well, they're some scary a** bastards," Roch said simply. "Anyone with half a clue would be reluctant to go back. But if we can avoid the back room, we should be fine, right?" Alllwaaays look on the bright siiiide of liiifee, Roch. Even if it's naive as can be.

"And right now it's called Punk and the Bandit, but with you joining we should probably change it to Punks and the Bandit or something. But it just doesn't roll quite as well... Besides, punk could mean the whole music genre, and stuff." He made a face. "I didn't expect to go back, so don't blame me for the stupid name, alright?"

Sometime in the past few seconds Roch had pulled out his phone and checked his messages. "Well... come up with something quick, we just lost our singer," he drawled, sighing and typing a reply for Mot. "Hell, if we can't find someone before this time next month I'll just sing myself," he decided, looking a bit irritated. Oh well, Mot HAD almost gotten them killed. "Someone that's at least decent in a fight this time," he decided. "Enough to know when he can't win, at least."

He pocketed his phone and looked at the other reaper boil. "Any band names come to mind yet?"

"Huh?" Roch said. He was still stuck on the singer problem. "Scythe, why?" he asked. "We can keep an eye out in classes, too, maybe someone in music class would know how to sing?" he offered.

"I dunno, this kinda sucks." He frowned. "And it really sucks that we only had one singer audition in the club. How are we going to run a music club with no singers?"

"Insidious?" Roch repeated blankly. "What the jack does that mean?" he asked curiously. "I mean, it sounds cool... I think." Honestly he had no idea. "But we could do something not involving my name, like... Deathly Hollows or something?"

"Hell, it's not like we'll be doing this for the school or anything," Roch said. "The only people that will know are gambling addicts that don't even look at you most of the time. We could change the name every month and I doubt they'd give a jack," he added with a shrug.

"But... not my name," he said. "Something weird happened when we went in the first time. The guy at the door made me tell him my entire name before he let us in. Which is weird, cuz I'm just a poor b*****d from the wrong side of the streets," he said, grinning and looking as if he were lying.