It seems like when people went across the boarder, shit got weird. Of course, a few nights of no sleep probably wasn’t helping matters. Neal sat outside the coffee shop, slouched low in his seat, cigarette dangling from his lips as he tried to stay out of the sun, away from the passing people. His head was still throbbing a little from last night, and he alternated sips of ice water and extra strong coffee, trying to get himself back together. Normally he could hold his alcohol, drink everyone else under the table. Normally, he didn’t see KISS live and in concert. He pulled his hat down lower over his face, sinking back into the shadows, trying to hide.

“Neal! Hey Neal! Dude, check this shit out!” Dave came almost bounding across the plaza…wearing a cape? Neal blinked a few times, trying to make sure he was seeing things right. Surely the effects of the vodka weren’t that strong in his system still.

“There’s this comic place over there,” Dave continued, waving a hand absently behind him, “Look what else I got!” He reached into a plastic bag that was hanging from his wrist and pulled out a very blue, very plastic light saber. Neal almost choked on his cigarette smoke.

Dropping the bag on the chair opposite Neal, Dave swung the light saber around, making all the appropriate noises as he posed, jumping around. “Eat shit and die, Vadar!” he cried, swinging it dangerously close to Neal’s face. Reaching out with reflexes he didn’t think he could have in his hungover state, Neal grabbed the end of it, leveling a long, even glare up at his best friend, and boss. They stood there, locked, as Andy walked out of the coffee shop, stopping short when he saw the two of them.

“I don’t fucking know either of you,” he said, turning and walking the other way.