Rigby laid a hand over his heart, as if making a vow. "I always like good music, you know that. It'll be a good time, I'm sure. For all of us. Not sure Fina's ever been to Detroit either." Growing up here, maybe she had, but it just never came up in conversation.
Graham not getting another drink surprised him; not because Graham liked his alcohol, but because he wasn't doing so on account of Rigby. It didn't make him feel singled out; after all, they were in a bar, what the hell else would they do besides drink? To each their own, he guessed.
"Because I know how you sound and there ain't nothing else out there like it." Graham was unique, in more ways than one. In ways he didn't even know yet. "Won't be like we'll be booed off stage or nothin', not with me an' Fina both there. Hell, she might have to save the night for both of us." He was joking, of course, knowing he had the skills needed to be a musician on the road; he couldn't have survived this long without them. "We'll see what happens. Think it'll be interestin'."