The music is so loud your ears are ringing, but you're used to it by now. Working at the Afterlife has its downsides, and its perks. One of them is free entertainment, although it's less enjoyable when this busy, full of groupies and swooning fans desperate to get their hands on him. Johnny goddamn Silverhand. He approaches the bar with that confident stride; he reeks, like sweat, tequila and cigarette smoke, and meets your gaze. Tequila old fashioned, sweetheart, gimme two. Make em quick.