Dane nodded tiredly and looked into Gorken's eyes "Thanks man. I appreciate it." he let out a long breath as the man and his aid found a table.
His arm hurt, his head was buzzing from concussion and he seriously wondered if alcohol was a good idea. staring deeply into the upraised perspiring glass, he shook his head, and drank it down. the combination of carbonation, sugar, and fire was refreshing blend. the buzzing didnt subside. but the pain started to mellow.
He got up, still hefting his guitar, a fresh drink in his hand, and took a seat next to Doc