Lucky for both of them, words were Eric's strong suit. One of them, anyway. He had written a good many songs for his own band back in the day. When it came to that, Eric knew they would be alright one way or another. Their tracks deserved more than numbers but they could talk about it more another time. That moment had come and gone.
It didn't matter what they did, Eric was a man of his word. John had wanted dinner, Eric was willing to oblige, but drinks were alright too. He doubted either of them would get much enjoyment out of that beyond the company of each other but that was alright. He wouldn't argue.
His hands went in to the pockets of his jacket as he waited and once John was out of the booth, Eric turned and headed for the door of the studio. On the way out, Bran dropped from the rafters, landed on one of Eric's shoulders and the hybrid lead the vampire in to the night.