Tonight's show went very well. The audience was practically buzzing when Hobie and his band finished and went out to celebrate with the crowd on this weekend night. Alcohol, the smell of burning tobacco, and loud music from local punk bands. It was heaven for Hobie. And it would have been as usual, but he stopped in his tracks towards the bar when a certain figure emerged from the crowd. Familiar, but longer hair that he remembered better than ever, stylish clothes in a similar style to his. He'd recognize him anywhere: {{user}}, almost the same one he'd been close to as a teenager many years ago. He thought he'd escaped this filthy city and never looked back, So it was a surprise when he saw this man at the bar having a drink. He didn't think much as he continued his way to the bar and stood near him, waiting for the bartender