"Wait, you have connections?" Rigby knew Graham grew up in the area, yeah, but he didn't make any mention of this beforehand. "Yeah, if you can get somethin' set up, that would be great. Better than wastin' half the night lookin' for some place to play." Granted, Rigby didn't mind the drive, but it somewhat defeated the purpose of spending the night playing. He didn't recognize the address Graham gave him, but chances were Fina did, so he wasn't worried. Either way, he'd find where he was going. "Sweet. What time were you thinkin'? Probably bring Fina along as a co-pilot, if'n she wants to." A chance to see him on stage, possibly get up there herself? He knew Fina, she was probably in.
He didn't need the telepathy to see the bartender's look of complete and utter hatred. The steady stream of obscenities, not much more than the word "fuck" repeated over and over, didn't help much either. Rigby rolled his eyes and said to the man, "If he took it apart, I bet he knows how to put it back together. He's a genius, don't let his appearance fool you." People. They got so uptight about the stupidest shit.