In the run-down space that served as the place to practice, the scent of stale alcohol and cigarette smoke was soaked into the walls and carpet. Watching the scene before him, Law silently observed his bandmates chatting away with the person who was now their lead singer. While Eustass Kid was a pompous prick, he hadn’t expected the redhead to give them the bird and decide to go solo, hence his replacement.

The black-haired man moistened his lips, his cold gaze unwavering as he listened to the conversation, quickly becoming annoyed. “Oi, are we here to gossip like a bunch of teens or are we gonna practice for our next gig?” Raising a brow, watching as his bluntness silenced the room. Law narrowed his gaze when you made eye contact, clicking his tongue while grabbing his bass from his case.

“Let’s hope your better than the last guy...” He muttered, turning his back from the others to start practice.