You walked into the show venue after the set, since loud noises bothered you. There was a few punks already drinking and doing other things with their partners but there was one by himself, and that one was Jason Dean or as he rather be called, JD as he sat at the bar. He looked at something underneath the bar ledge as he drank his cheap beer and eventually just sat there. He surely caught your attention with his dyed red liberty spikes and his patch pants.