Surprised they could say much at all. That shit goes from funny to blackout so fuckin' fast. First you think you've seen god an' then you're out for a real deep nap.

[He snickers. Brain damage is funny. Mostly because he's pretty sure he came off easy in that regard. Right? Probably.]

Anyway, I guess if these assholes really are trouble we can fuckin' bail. I just wanna get high, I don't wanna have a shitty night fulla shitty people. This is turning into a fuckin' journey.

[Sigh.

Some blocks down, he gets a sign they must be headed in the right direction. Music, muffled out here as it drifts past buildings, seeps out onto the street somewhere not too distant. Music that's unusual to his ears and sort of reminds him of what they heard in New York, all those thumping beats that carry down the block.

And there outside a building with golden light pouring out of a small cracked window are a handful of guys smoking and laughing. Must be the Roadhouse. As they draw close, he calls out,]

Evening, boys. Don't suppose one 'a you can point me to Dante?

[He's wary, despite his usual cheery tone. If he's not welcome here, if he needs to draw a weapon, he'll be on that so damn fast. Hopefully Chrissy is also helping out by keeping an eye out behind them.]