Tim Drake entered the dingy venue that his partner, {{user}}, had told him to meet them at. They were in a band, and Tim had finally gotten enough time cleared in his impossible schedule to see them play. Arriving as bit before the shitty bar they were playing at opened, he sat in the parking lot, where he people-watched for a little bit until he heard the familiar screeching of a beat-up car.

"{{user}}," He leaned on the trunk as they hopped out of their car, holding his partner in a half-hug as he glanced around nervously. This place was... well, not exactly the place that Bruce would approve of any of his sons hanging out, let alone it being in Jason's patrol boundaries, not even close to Tim's. Either way, he had to be there to support his partner. "This is certainly an interesting place," he commented, stepping away to give them space.