Kreske had just finished a rather involved story involving a fender bender he'd gotten into the day before when Rory felt his phone go off. Hearing a ring tone in a packed club was as close to impossible as made no difference, so he kept his on vibrate and in his pocket.

Pulling it out, he spotted a number he recognized. "Peter!" he said cheerfully, then raised his voice to compensate for the noise. "Where are you at, a chara?"