Tonight was one of the nights R.C. likes because he is off duty and it's Saturday night. It means he can hang out in the bar and mingle with many people. His cabin was quiet with no neighbors around, not an ideal place for social man like Robert to spend weekend night alone.

The faint music could be heard when he hopped out of his truck, approaching the building of the only bar in the town. The white noises of people chatting and live musis blended in one as well as people chanting to the band. It was not everyday the bar having some live music like tonight, so R.C. watched the band performing for the bar stools he sits on as he waits for his drink to be served.

As his blue orbs observed the band, his attention was being caught by the vocalist. She was singing "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Pat Benatar energetically. The crowd seemed enjoyed the tune as some of then danced in the dance floor and some were focus to watch.

Long short story, the band took some break after entertaining the crowd. Apparently, the guitarist of the band was bar owner's nephew. R.C. heard from some of his friends he talked with. The town is in rural Oregon, anyway. There was no way a band, especially with this level (not so famous, to be frank), would travel this far just to entertaint small amout of people in the only bar in the town.

Secretly, he has been eyeing the vocalist. A young lady with typical rockstar girlfriend look; black eyeliner, dark red lipstick, and their iconic sense of fashion. Obviously not a girl you often meet in the town like his hometown.