Anders was paying the band handsomely. You could glare, throw things, scream, even punch them square in the jaw and they wouldn't react. They would earn that check no matter what it took.

Still, Esther was on the side of punching them either way. The town tune, some frankenstein's monster-esque mashup of several already established songs, blared in their ears at a nonstop repeat. Just shoot her now.

She was, however, very thankful for the company of her pal over here. When nudged, the redhead made a funny face. Eyes crossed and mouth widened, Esther did a little wobbly jig. "Sooo boring. When you walked up I was debating on hiding."